An open letter to Shaira

Dear Shang,

            Do you still remember all the bad days we had when we were just kids? We don’t talk. We don’t laugh. We don’t play. Indeed, we are enemies. Remember all the bad words I have said unto you? They were like daggers, aren’t they? Of course, you’ll get hurt. That’s what I want. You were broke and you cried. I am the eldest, I am your superior. You must follow.

           But still, you’ve never hated me. I guess, I’m a total jerk for not loving you back. I guess, I’m your total opposite, I am the bad one and you were the good one.

            Remember that curse I’ve thrown up to you? Please, don’t take those words, seriously. I say those words for I am mad. That time, I still haven’t known the worth of you as my sister. That time, I still haven’t known the feeling of having a sister. That time, I was being blinded by my hate. That time, I still didn’t know how to love.

            We became best friends, and you say that I am the best ate in the world. I cried. Those innocent smiles gave me an unusual sensation. It feels so good that it can’t be true. Am I really worth for this love? I guess, am not.

           Time had passed and you were still beside me. You’ve never left me in all my good times and bad times. We laugh. We learn. We grew. We dream. Today until tomorrow and eternity, I’ll always love you, my best buddy.