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Listen to my heart ;

H,

Hi! I know it'll be weird seeing this in your suitcase. Yie ~ you're smiling right now, aren't you?

Wondering why I wrote this? To be honest. I don't know either. Maybe I just really want you to feel that I love you. Even if you're away. I know we already have those things called phones and internet but still. This is more cute you know. Don't scoff at me, I know you're thinking to do that.

I wish you could give me a hug right about now, because you're so, so far. I miss you already.

I love you.

- B

H,

Uhm. Hi? Sorry. Can't help it. I don't know what to do and I figured I could write you again.

We barely see each other at home. I feel sad. I know I shouldn't be this selfish because I know you're busy with work right now. I remember those nights I fell asleep waiting for you at the sofa then the next morning, I was in our bed and you're already out again but you managed to cook breakfast for me even if you barely had sleep with all the papers you bring at home. You don't have to overworked yourself. You don't have to prove yourself to them just because they had implied that you can't. We have a good house, one cute puppy, and lovely neighbours. I am contented with you like this. You know I love you and you don't have to prove anything more.

I love you.

- B

H,

Hi. I really hope you read this before you decide to just tear this apart.

I'm sorry. I know this is my fault. I'm sorry.

Remember the first time we had a fight? You went out of the house, slamming the door in front of me and not giving me so much as a last glance? It was just on the second day that I can't really go on like we were back then that I called you. Left you a lot of voicemails with nothing but sniffs. Then on the third day you came back to find me in your oversized purple graphic t-shirt with holes on its hems, blood shot eyes and a rumbling tummy. Then you gave me a hug and whispered I'm sorry and I laughed while crying because you said I'm still beautiful when I'm pretty sure I even have a snot.

Forgive me?

I love you.

- B

H,

You don't write anything back. I'm so sad. Are you just throwing my letters? How dare you.

I'm pretty brilliant, am I not? I put this on your shoes so you won't missed it.

I love you.

- B

H,

You're really not replying to me. I hate you.

Who am I kidding. I love you.

- B

H,

Hi. Baby are you, alright? I know its hard to lose someone dear to you. But just know that I'm here. I'll try to be anything you need right now. I hate seeing you cry. It makes me want to cry too. Or further more, makes me want to just cry for you so you don't have to shed tears anymore. You can always ask me to give you a long warm hug or sing you lullabies to sleep. You know I'm here for you, right? Always.

Be strong. I love you.

- B

H,

You look happy these past few days. I hope you haven't gone psycho. Kidding! I know why. Hehe.

I love you.

- B

P.S. You still haven't replied to any of my letters how could you even.

Epilogue;

B,

I read all of your letters okay? And don't pretend you didn't know I do and that I didn't catch you smiling when you read them again after finding them in my personal drawer.

As a consolation for all the efforts you put on someone as awkward as me, I'm telling you a secret only I knows: I can't see myself without you anymore.

I love you so, so much. Please marry me.

- H