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Thursday, February 11, 2010

Letter of Hate

I hate you.

Why can’t you seem to get what I’m trying to say?

If I smile, I meant to hide tears.

If I’m angry, I’m actually worried.

If I cry, I wished for you to come and you to comfort me.

If I sing, I wished that you’d sing along.

If I stood alone, I wished that you accompanied me.

If I frown, I wished you made me smile.

If I laugh, I wanted to laugh along with you.

If I ate, I wish I had the chance to hand you the other half.

If I got lost, I’ll wait till you find me.

If I ran, I wished you’ll catch up, take my hand and take the lead.

If I dance, I wished you’d to take my hand and dance with me.

If I yawn, I waited for you to lend me a shoulder to sleep on.

If I needed help, I waited for you to let out a helping hand.

If I held my phone, I wished you’d call.

If I wrote to you, I waited for a reply.

If I got sick, I waited for you to panic.

If I wished upon a star, I hoped you wished on one too.

If I sighed, I probably thought of the more ‘what if’s’.

If I said, “it’s okay”, It really isn’t.

If I said, “I’m joking”, I’m serious.

If I said, “See you soon,” my heart aches to be with you.

If I said, “I don’t care,” I really do.

If I said, “I’ll go with you”, I just want to spend time with you.

If I said, “I hate you,”, I really think of the other way around.

Refer to the first sentence above.

P.S: I’m giving up on you, so I’m wishing you all the bad luck in the world. I hope you fly somewhere across the globe so I won’t be able to see your face again.

P.S.S. : Check if you could translate the passage above.


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“Why did you and Mommy get along so well?” A young boy once asked his father.

“Because I understand her.”

“But I heard uncle always say that, ‘Girls are hard to understand!’. Are you an girl-expert?”

His father chuckles.

“I wonder.”

“What’s your secret, Daddy?”

The older man paused.

“When you’re older, I’ll make you read it.”

“What is it?”

“A letter of hate.”

“A letter of hate from who?”

“Your mother of course.”

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