To whom it may concern:
Dear _____
I write this letter to you with pity. I'm writing to you because, after all these years, it's about time that I made this known to you, because you've spent the the last few years living a happy delusion. And that delusion doesn't just extend to me. It extends to the way you live and your mindset. That all that time you've been happily believing (in denial perhaps, but that's only for you to admit) in your little fantastical dream. A dream that I started off detesting but for which now I merely scorn at. Hence the pity which I first started this letter off with.
I want to tell you that I've grown up. To all those who have not had their eyes veiled by delusion or myth, then it's not a surprise to them, and that is something I applaud them for. They've seen me through and through, and where I am today, in a university studying the subject I like, is because of them.
It's not because of you though, don't get your hopes up. You're the one who's been living under that beautiful rock , you're the one who's been viewing the sky through the opening of the well entrance.You're the one whom, I'm sorry to say, have been thinking that you've done it all right when in fact, you couldn't be further from the truth.
I grew up a long time ago. I grew up when I was bullied by all those girls back in secondary school. I grew up with I cried myself to sleep because I couldn't talk to anyone about it, because I tried to tell you and you brushed me off - you didn't understand. I grew up when they picked on me for my thin, skinny arms and flat chest. I grew up when I met those bullies years later and they realised that the girl they'd been picking on now had larger boobs then them. Or perhaps the time I had my first kiss, the first time I had my heart broken by a boy, the first time the boy learned that I'm not the kind of girl to mess with. Or the time when the boy you thought was a great catch was abusing me behind your back. You never knew all this. Your knowledge of me was as superficial as the delusion you live by.
Overtime, I learnt to stay away. Emotionally, I disconnected myself from you. You believed that that I was as untouched as a fresh rose petal, you believed that I was as as unharmed and unhurt as the fresh strawberries you ate for breakfast. And I don't blame you for feeling that way. In a way, it was my fault, because I didn't update you on my life. But I blame you for being so blind. You chose not to see the person I was becoming, and instead of accepting it, you thought it was smart to try and force your way to ensure that I fit within your scope. That couldn't have been a more wrong decision. As with the creepers you grow in your garden, you cannot dictate where they will grow. "Let them grow and if they're out of control, I'll snip them", you often said. That's unfortunately not the case for me. You cannot dictate the growth of a person, and even if you could, you'd be too blind to see it. You're watering in the wrong pot of plant.
And while you were so busy watering your pot of soil, I was busy too. I was busy growing up in a pot that nurtured me with the love, and kept me alive by constantly giving me hope. That was something you never gave. I grew up differently. but to you, it wasn't growing up at all. It is only growth if you cultivate it. Your plant isn't the plant you wanted, and you pretend its not there.
End of the day, my message is simple. You don't have to change your way of thinking. In fact, I don't want you to change the way of thinking even if you could, because frankly speaking, it's too late. You don't have to scramble around desperately for some connection with me, because any connection you tried to make was severed years ago and now there isn't one. In fact, sometimes I wish you'd continue living in this delusion, because no matter what this letter has said, you can choose to ignore it, and live in denial, just as you've always done. You'd be happier that way.
Just remember though, that the day you choose to look at me the way I am, don't be too surprised. Don't let the shock overwhelm you, because that's not good for your heart. Because all these years, you choose not to listen, and that is something I cannot control. Just as you cannot control how you want me to grow.
Till then, you can keep watering that empty pot of soil.
Cheers,
XXXX
Dear _____
I write this letter to you with pity. I'm writing to you because, after all these years, it's about time that I made this known to you, because you've spent the the last few years living a happy delusion. And that delusion doesn't just extend to me. It extends to the way you live and your mindset. That all that time you've been happily believing (in denial perhaps, but that's only for you to admit) in your little fantastical dream. A dream that I started off detesting but for which now I merely scorn at. Hence the pity which I first started this letter off with.
I want to tell you that I've grown up. To all those who have not had their eyes veiled by delusion or myth, then it's not a surprise to them, and that is something I applaud them for. They've seen me through and through, and where I am today, in a university studying the subject I like, is because of them.
It's not because of you though, don't get your hopes up. You're the one who's been living under that beautiful rock , you're the one who's been viewing the sky through the opening of the well entrance.You're the one whom, I'm sorry to say, have been thinking that you've done it all right when in fact, you couldn't be further from the truth.
I grew up a long time ago. I grew up when I was bullied by all those girls back in secondary school. I grew up with I cried myself to sleep because I couldn't talk to anyone about it, because I tried to tell you and you brushed me off - you didn't understand. I grew up when they picked on me for my thin, skinny arms and flat chest. I grew up when I met those bullies years later and they realised that the girl they'd been picking on now had larger boobs then them. Or perhaps the time I had my first kiss, the first time I had my heart broken by a boy, the first time the boy learned that I'm not the kind of girl to mess with. Or the time when the boy you thought was a great catch was abusing me behind your back. You never knew all this. Your knowledge of me was as superficial as the delusion you live by.
Overtime, I learnt to stay away. Emotionally, I disconnected myself from you. You believed that that I was as untouched as a fresh rose petal, you believed that I was as as unharmed and unhurt as the fresh strawberries you ate for breakfast. And I don't blame you for feeling that way. In a way, it was my fault, because I didn't update you on my life. But I blame you for being so blind. You chose not to see the person I was becoming, and instead of accepting it, you thought it was smart to try and force your way to ensure that I fit within your scope. That couldn't have been a more wrong decision. As with the creepers you grow in your garden, you cannot dictate where they will grow. "Let them grow and if they're out of control, I'll snip them", you often said. That's unfortunately not the case for me. You cannot dictate the growth of a person, and even if you could, you'd be too blind to see it. You're watering in the wrong pot of plant.
And while you were so busy watering your pot of soil, I was busy too. I was busy growing up in a pot that nurtured me with the love, and kept me alive by constantly giving me hope. That was something you never gave. I grew up differently. but to you, it wasn't growing up at all. It is only growth if you cultivate it. Your plant isn't the plant you wanted, and you pretend its not there.
End of the day, my message is simple. You don't have to change your way of thinking. In fact, I don't want you to change the way of thinking even if you could, because frankly speaking, it's too late. You don't have to scramble around desperately for some connection with me, because any connection you tried to make was severed years ago and now there isn't one. In fact, sometimes I wish you'd continue living in this delusion, because no matter what this letter has said, you can choose to ignore it, and live in denial, just as you've always done. You'd be happier that way.
Just remember though, that the day you choose to look at me the way I am, don't be too surprised. Don't let the shock overwhelm you, because that's not good for your heart. Because all these years, you choose not to listen, and that is something I cannot control. Just as you cannot control how you want me to grow.
Till then, you can keep watering that empty pot of soil.
Cheers,
XXXX
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