Dearest Billy,

Hi.

This is awkward but I have been watching you from afar.

I was only informed that you had an accident making you paraplegic.

I was only told that you were my fiancee.

I mean, wow. Sa sobrang gwapo mo? Tapos ako, eto, kalbo na at buto't balat pa?

Seriously, pinatulan mo ako?

Haha!

Ganda ko don, ha!

Anyway, I don't know what happened over the years and all I remembered was I have been diligently writing you these little love letters since, wow, brace yourself, we were boyfriends and girlfriends!

I read on these unsent letters and I couldn't help but blush.

Ang harot ko pala? Haha!

Now, I am quite glad that hindi nakarating sa iyo ang mga kabaduyan ko noon! Nakakaloka!

But as I read further, I remember you being involve with someone.

I never thought I could write with so much anger. I mean, the strokes of the letters were too heavy and there were smudges over it.

I didn't know who that person was but she must be really kind and beautiful that you looked for someone else other than me.

I mean, it pained me knowing that these things happened.

But, there must be a reason why.

And there must be a reason why I became this sickly.

Maybe, destiny knows that I won't be living long enough to give you a family.

That you deserve to be happy with someone else.

And that is not with me.

I was able to dream of you for countless times ever since I saw an old photo of us.

Since then, flashbacks came to me and I was more happy than in pain.

At least, before I go to heaven, I was able to experience looking forward to each day as another day to be falling in love with you.

I know I sound so baduy here but yes, those dreams gave me the butterfly feelings but they were a happy memory.

We were happy.

And I will be happier if I get to see you have your own family and be completely happy on your own.

I wish you well.

Be happy, Billy.

That's all I want.

Always,
Sarah