Love Letter (The Reply)

Dear old friend,

       I've been doing great for the past years, and no, I am not single. I’m happily married to a psychologist and we had four perfect children, two pairs, if you know what I mean. Anyway, I think you’re addressed this wrongly. I’m not Munah, but I know you though. You still haven’t change, do you? Still playing around with girls, ay? You even mistook me for your other ex-girlfriend, “Munah”.

       Yeah, I remember our memories together. More like, nightmares for me. You totally ruined my foundation year, man. You played me like I’m some toy that you just bought at a stupid toy store. But yes, it was sweet and all at first I met you. You were like this lollipop, so sweet and all wrapped up but inside, you’re just rotten as a rotten egg. Sorry to say, but you did ruin a part of my life.

       I admit I was foolish at that time. I was damn 17; of course I would fall for your sweetness and your good looks. I was a teenager, with raging hormones. I remember you once hooked up with this junior when we’re doing our foundation third semester in UTP. Boy, was I pissed but then, it came to me. It finally hit me that you are so not worth it. So I dumped you and managed to get on my own two feet and after that, got my degree in engineering with honours and now working as General Manager in Petronas, Miri branch. The first female for that position, can you believe that? Anyway, if you don’t know where Miri is, it’s in Sarawak. 

      Come to think of it, you did somehow help me. You made me realise what are my priorities back then and I want to thank you but please do bear in mind, I do not owe you for what have you done to me. Sorry, I have no intention of getting back to you or whatsoever. I’m married now and didn’t want to ruin my life for over some douche bag I knew back in college. By the way, I don’t appreciate how you called your dead wife a b*tch. You did say you loved her very much but at the end of the letter, you’d called her that. That just reflects what kind of person you are. Such a pity, I sympathize you. You should see my husband for some therapy, I bet you need one.

       Anyway, I wish you well and don’t ever write to me again. Otherwise, I would get a restraining order against you and you wouldn’t want that, do you? But if you ever need a therapist, my husband can help you. I’ll send this letter along with his card.

Sincerely, 

Athirah

By: Nur Athirah Ayub 16998