Dear Cindy,
Am I a gross, cheesy poet?
Well if I am, I blame you.
Anyway, ask me why I'm writing this poetic letter?
Well, it's because I'm meeting you tomorrow and I want to dump out all my feelings before that. Even if you don't remember me, I remember you.
And I hope our love lasts for an eternity.
Ok, shoot Chase!
There is no connection,
no relation,
no explanation,
as to why you left me.
As to why your memories disappeared that day.
As to why your blank, empty eyes looked at me with nothing but nothing.
I was 10 when it happened,
surprised,
terrified,
regretful.
Why did our play area have to be a tree?
Why didn't I stop you when you climbed up to that unsteady branch?
Why could I not do anything but watch when you fell of that tree?
That was how I spent my tenth year,
simply devastated.
When I was 11
I had met you a few times.
Idle chatter for and with you was like the oxygen in my life,
I felt I was breathing again,
but as I said, it was idle for you.
You didn't even remember my name until my 12th year.
In my 12th year, you were finally forced to acknowledge me.
I had always chased after you, moving schools to follow you and going against the wishes of my parents.
Just for you, my princess.
And so I confronted you.
You vaguely remembered my face and you greeted me ever so listlessly.
And I too, tried my best to keep up a conversation.
But it was too different, too difficult.
At that time was a period of change.
That bud of a feeling I had for you grew to the point I felt like crying every time I saw you.
Every time you talked to another boy.
Every time we were forced apart due to our own social cliques.
We grew distant
and I regret.
I should've chased you then and maybe you would've remembered me sooner.
13, 14 and 15 were spent like I said;
being apart,
feeling distant,
having that bud I called love, bloom into a flower.
You grew into a woman,
and I grew into a man.
I realised that my love was more than love.
It was my world,
my obsession,
my addiction,
and I had to act.
So I found your number and I contacted you.
I would always remember my first, uncertain words,
"Hey princess."
...
That's all I can write for now.
- Much love, Chase Park your beloved Prince Charming
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Epilogue 1 ^^ and in case you haven't noticed, this is a letter Charming wrote the day before meeting Cindy in the park in real life.
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