Love Letter

Dear, My Future Man

This is love letter.

Do you suddenly like mangosteen, or papaya, or salak, or duku? I am not smart enough to use knife. So I will peel it with my hands or we can eat those together with spoon.

Hi! What are you doing? Reading this letter?

May be you were my friend at elementary school, or junior high school, or senior high school, or working office, or you are my friend at college, or someone I don’t know yet. Now, I am still 20 years old, stubborn, childish, and cute. Ha! Would you mind waiting me eight years later or ten years later? I will become more charming. Let’s meet with a normal way, like others who is modestly falling in love each other. You have to like me first, okay?

If I were an animal, I would be a fox. I am sly, but would you mind considering that as smart enough? Sometimes I am careless; broke plate and glass, slipped, or sprained. Are those nothing for you?

It’s okay if you could pass away delicious pork, as compensation, I will cook more delicious-healthy food. What would you like to have breakfast? Bread? Salad? Soup? Then combine with egg and drink a glass of juice and milk. I prefer vanilla or strawberry milk to chocolate milk. It will be good either you prefer the same with me or prefer chocolate. We can share or complementary. Or do you prefer a cup of coffee? I’ll make it by myself.

I can eat everything, except chocolate sprinkles, but I have big portion. I like cute dress, and bag, and shoes, jewelry too, especially diamond. So you have to make a lot of money. No, not for me, but to us, to our children. Actually I wanna write this letter when I have a job, so I could say, “I can buy those by my own money. Still, if you wanna give me gifts for our anniversary or my birthday, I will accept it”. I will go to work within hours less than yours. Thus, when you go home I can still welcome you. In holiday, let’s have traveling around the world. To do that we need money.

I have bad emotions. I can laugh like hell then sad like tomorrow is end of the world. I was crying while reading a book or watching my Korean drama, but sometimes if I knew the sad part of real life, I could not cry. Am I a strange person? Are you really okay about that? It’s relief because I did not feel pain when menstruated. You don’t have to be occupied. I am afraid of being alone while waking up. I ever cried once in my boarding house because there is no one. I am afraid too, separating in crowded place. Really crowded place. I already realized about that yesterday. Thus, hold my hand.

Are you active talker or passive talker? All is well, as long you are good listener. I usually tell what I read and what I watch. Which do you like the most? Book? Movie? Game? Painting? Nature? Human? Tell me. I always curious about your personality, and what you like and, what you dream of, all about you. In the evening of weekend, once a while, let’s do something together which we used to like the most. I will be reading a book while lying down on your thigh.

Let’s have children; the one whose face is like me and the others is like you, one library, two parks, three birds, four clown fish, and five mango trees. We can play at park and plant some beautiful flowers. Let’s life healthily and full of happiness.

But, should we get married?

Forgetting, 23.04.2015