LitWit Challenge 2.6: Letter to your ex (Updated: You have to read the entries.)
The winner of this week’s LitWit Challenge: The Absolute Pits will get this set of hardcover books:
A Mad Desire To Dance by Elie Wiesel, “a recipient of the Nobel Peace Prize and one of our fiercest moral voices, a provocative and deeply thoughtful new novel about a life shaped by the worst horrors of the 20th century and one man’s attempt to reclaim happiness.”
Nothing To Be Frightened Of by Julian Barnes, “a memoir on mortality that touches on faith and science and family as well as a rich array of exemplary figures who over the centuries have confronted the same questions he now poses about the most basic fact of life: its inevitable extinction.”
Bicycles by Nikki Giovanni, in which “romantic love—and all its manifestations, the physical touch, the emotional pull, the hungry heart—is distilled as never before by one of (America’s) most talented poets.” (“Like never before!” — N, R)
How do you get your hands on these books? We’ll require some more sordid self-exposure. As LitWit Challenge 2.5: Confessions, Revelations, etc showed us, there’s nothing like spilling your guts. You release bottled-up emotions, we get to watch, and we all feel better afterwards.
Here’s the deal: Write a letter to your ex (or if you never got together, an object of your affections) telling them all the things you were dying to say but never got around to verbalizing. We’ll lift the word count limit for this, but be kind to the judges’ eyes. Post your letters in Comments. The deadline for your entries is 11.59pm on Saturday, 10 April 2010.
The Weekly LitWit Challenge is brought to you by our friends at National Bookstore.
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Oooh, good stuff. I love these confessions. And since we don’t know who’s confessing or whom they’re referring to, we’re technically not exploiting our personal histories for (very little) gain. Keep them coming!
Answers to questions you might be asking, unless you wandered onto this site purely by accident >>>
April 8th, 2010 at 20:32
Dear You,
After 3 years of pestering me with winning lines, propositions of love, and being in cahoots with all of our Lit teachers, I thought why not. Senior year was meant to be awesome. Then after a month, I just can’t take it anymore.
Well, all I can say is I’m sorry – I didn’t really love you.
One thing for sure, it was a mistake. The friendship for 9 years were put to waste, I can’t even talk to you the way we used to. And being part of the same group, it was awkward at some point. When they asked me why and when they were trying to patch things up, I really didn’t know what to do, because I think I have ADHD so that one month was the longest I can.
It’s not you, it’s me. I just didn’t like you that much.
Always,
Me
April 9th, 2010 at 00:47
Dear Psycho
Remember that time when i kept calling you and texting you and you kept ignoring my calls and text and when you finally did answer, you had the nerve to get mad at me because you were “working” and “mataray” ang amo mo.. when the truth of it was that you were busy courting the whore from Belgium who eventually gave you (and me… DAMN YOU!!) STD??? That was in late June, 2 months after we got “married”.
Remember when my dad was dying and you were nowhere to be found .. when all the while you were at Villa Escudero with your whore… you took her AND her family to one of the places where we had really happy memories… yeah dont deny it.. i have a picture of you and them on board the kalabaw kalesa. Remember the day my dad died… when your whole family covered up for you and said you couldn’t be reached because you were out of town for a gig (Hell is waiting for your entire clan) … when you were just really with her at her condo in Ortigas and she hijacked your phone so you couldnt answer it? Remember when you finally called me, while I was at my dad’s viewing, to tell me some bullshit story about how you couldnt call any sooner because you were in a life-or-death-situation when all the while you were just busy running errands for her and babysitting her kids?? Remember when i called you and some girl answered your cell phone.. the cell phone I gave you… ooh.. you had no excuse for that one.. and my heart shattered and i couldn’t breathe? Remember when you called me and told me not to call you again? That was in July.
Remember when you called me and told me you still loved me and she meant nothing and that i was the only one you ever loved… all the while she was forwarding me text messages from you telling her “ikaw lang talaga ang mahal ko… you’re my one and only…I’m only talking to her since her family is coming home, ayoko nang gulo, pero tatapusin ko na to pag alis nila”. That was in October.
Fast forward,… everything was a blessing in disguise. I’m glad you had our marriage certificate pulled from city hall… so i dont have to waste time and money getting annulled from your sorry ass!!! Oh, and sorry to hear that your whore got an abortion… one of many before this one … and deprived you of a child.. oh wait!! you already have one!! the one you and your family never told me about despite being with me for over 5 years!! Sorry to hear your life sucks… yeah, I’m being sarcastic… I’m not sorry… karma is a big, bad, bitch!! Get your chlamydia treated… or not… its your STD, do with it as you wish.
I’ve moved on. Stop calling me. Stop telling me you love me. Stop stalking my friends just to get to me. Breaking my heart was the best thing you could have done for me… my mom was right about you!! Get a life.. LOSER!!
PS – Dont call me. I dont have money to lend you.
April 9th, 2010 at 02:24
B,
You shut me out in an instant when someone told you that I was crazy for you even if we weren’t even together-together yet. I should’ve known that intelligence is something that you clearly lack the moment you asked me to help you with your lesson in sampling methods that you just couldn’t understand. Just for the record, I wasn’t head-over-heels-madly-in-love with you. Whoever told you that I was already choosing fonts for our wedding invitations is crazy. Too bad that your pea-sized brain chose to believe.
I was fond of you, yes. But in love? Hell, no.
I enjoyed your company and your wicked punchlines. I liked hearing your voice. Our conversations that lasted for hours made me feel alive. Your sweet remarks and the insane level of your thoughtfulness made me appreciate you and almost everything about you. Thanks BTW. Your presence in my life (then) meant a lot, because you were that person who always knew how to make me smile. But that’s just it for me–I had a really nice time flirting with you and I’m pretty sure that you enjoyed flirting back too. You wouldn’t call me at 2AM just to make sure that you wished me good night before I signed out from Yahoo! Messenger at 11PM if you didn’t.
So there, just so you’d know, I was never in love with you. It’s true that I had four bottles of beer after hearing that I scared the shit out of you by being nice–I turned to beer not because I was heart-broken because I drove the man of my dreams away. Dude, you asked other people to tell me that you’re not ready for a serious relationship yet. I’ve never felt that humiliated before–someone told you that I was desperately stalking you and even if you know for a fact that I’m not, you made sure that other people knew all about it. You made everything even worse when you sent a messenger to let me know that you’re going to back off for a while because you’re not really thrilled to share a future with me. Hell. I’m not ready to share a future with you either–and oh, wait for it, I don’t want to share the rest of my life with you to start with. It took me four bottles of Heineken to dissolve all the bullshit related to you–and that’s it. It’s over. I’m over it, I moved on.
Had I been madly in love with you, I wouldn’t even turn to beer to numb the pain of my miserable life. I would’ve fought for my feelings. Had they existed. Good thing they never did.
Before I forget, would you be such a dear and do me a little favor? Please let your girlfriend know about this letter so she can dismiss all her fantasies of me trying to woo you with sweet nothings, chocolates and prepaid cards. You know how good I am with scheming whenever I’m made aware of the fact that I have to work for the things that I want to get. Prepaid cards and chocolates aren’t really my thing, sorry. Please tell her to stop sending me messages. And please tell her to review on subject-verb agreement and verb tenses. My third-grade students’ writing is better than hers.
So there. I hope that your ego can take all of this. OMG. I’m sorry for being soooo insensitive–I should be worried about your brain. I should’ve used drawings and three-letter words for this letter. I completely forgot that you have helium for brains. (And peas for balls.)
Good luck!
D
PS: When I learned that you already have a girlfriend, I felt really happy for you. I thought, “Good thing he found love.” You know what? When I saw your pictures together, I knew that I really have no other sentiment for you but joy because you didn’t only find love–you found true love. Kung hindi pa true love yan, ewan ko na lang kung ano na yan. Yung girlfriend mo siguro pag sinabi nyang magpapa-relaxing foot treatment sya, mukha nya yung nililinis sa spa no? Just sayin’. :)
April 9th, 2010 at 08:39
Dear heinous one:
When I heard that you were telling people that I was the best you’ve ever had… I laughed. And laughed some more.
Because we all know the truth: I was the only one you’ve ever had, and the rest of them – yes, even the ones you told me about – were actually products of your imagination, designed to convince yourself of the masculinity that you always asserted with me.
Yes, I’ve forgiven you. Yes, I don’t hate you as much as I did on the day we broke up. But do I want to see you again, at all? Hell, no.
I do hope that your porn collection is still keeping you warm at night, though.
April 9th, 2010 at 13:01
to my dear ugly one,
After so many years of friendship, why the hell did you dumped me? Just because I said that you are getting old (is hitting middle age a problem?). Just because I teased you about your receding hairline?. Just because joining a social network and everyone thought you are gay with that picture of yours? Stop wearing those stupid clingy shirts, it does make you look gay. Just because your wife and your ex-girlfriend dumped you with another man? You, yourself admitted that you are very bad in bed (how can any man be really that bad in bed anyway?). Or maybe you are gay and just in denial? I have apologized for so many times and still you won’t forgive me. Just because you thought I met a man on line that you will be just “nothing” to me. I don’t care if we never have sex. I don’t care if you find another girl (I’m pretty sure that girl will dump you again). I just want you back. I guess I am insane. But I don’t care. My life wouldn’t be as complete without your sorry ass hanging around mine. I just wish that book and that idiotic religion would make you feel as complete as you are right now, which again… I so doubt it.
The insane and another ugly one.
April 10th, 2010 at 14:10
XX
I don’t really have anything to say, I don’t remember much. Except that it was over when it was over, and that you could have possibly been a fraud, or maybe my memory exaggerates and you were just the usual liar-cheat, and I was just too self-absorbed/naive to take note?
At least I get to write something for this kind of contest –the use of X!
April 10th, 2010 at 19:24
Ex,
Here’s to the fall of star-crossed dream-robber.
I knew all along that what has been is just that, a thing of the past. And futility has always been with me in my efforts to bring it back. I have always been able to come out of anything with anger. I get angry, I stay away. But with you, I can never get angry – at least, angry to the point of throwing all those that we’ve had. You said that you’ll try to conquer the distance, and because I’m gullible when I’m dealing with you, I believed it. All I wanted was to feel that you’re giving your efforts as well. But I can’t. Like you care anyway. I sometimes believe that it was all orchestrated, and sooner or later, you will have to claim your academy awards trophy. But most of the time, I believe that everything was real. Well, I guess it was. For a moment.
You know I needed you more than you needed me but you were way too coward and stupid and egoistic. You took our love no more than your computer game. You fought for it in the least possible way while you let everything pass for a bet on WarCraft. That we be damned was not of a worry to you. Now, here we are, cold and contained in two separate isolated worlds; damned by a love we once deemed important, trashed by hurt that broke us apart.
We began empty handed and ended that way still, more so, broken, with the passion of waiting for tomorrow dead. Only that you were never wholly mine. Only that I was a mere refuge to your trampled ego, a pride for the best of of your younger times.
You said that it will be ‘until the bitter end’. This must be it. The bitter end that you’ve foreseen. I hate doing this, but I’m glad that once and for all, its over.
It’s Easter Sunday, and a new life awaits.
So long.
-Ex-
April 10th, 2010 at 19:41
Dear Lotlot,
You dancing the Street Beat in your school fair was the most beautiful sight I have ever seen. You had me at “foot out the door”. When you became my first girlfriend on May 27 1985, I vowed that you will be my last–I could not imagine thant anyone could be more beautiful and captivating as you.
I felt proud when you introduced me to your parents. More so when your dad pulled me aside and said “I trust you boy. No hanky panky”. Like a soldier I vowed to follow that order. ‘Yes sir. No Hanky-panky”.
For the next the two years I held my ground and reined in my hormones. Holding your hands was as far as I went; smelling your hair would have been borderline hanky-panky. I was a very good boy.
That’s why I couldn’t understand why you dumped me for my friend who is 5 years older than us, a drop-out who stole money from his mother for cigarettes and gin. And when you got pregnant after only two months, I laughed and cried so hard it left a permanent furrow on my forehead.
I was able to move on. I married, had kids, moved up in life. But I still looked for you everyday. I searched for you in Friendster and Facebook. I googled you. I looked for you in songs, in movies, in french fries and sundaes. I ached for common friends to mention your name. Until one actually did, and that’s to say that you had died.
Had I known you needed kidneys, I would have given you mine. Had I known you needed money for transplant, I would have moved heaven and earth to raise the funds. Had I known you asked for me once, I would have run.
Sorry that I didn’t find you in time
Sorry that I was too proud to fight for you then.
Sorry that because of me you met my friend, who couldn’t give you a decent life.
Always,
Monching
April 10th, 2010 at 21:08
I loved you.
Even though you have a daughter…
and I later found out you have two.
Even though you have a wife…
and you told me you were annulled.
Though soon I realized you were really not.
Even though you dreamed of us having kids together…
but failed to include our marriage in your plans.
I tried to move on,
yet it was really hard after three years of being with you.
I have kept all the pain…
so I just cried silently most nights.
Another man came into my life…
and gave me the attention and time I have been longing for.
That was my time to break free…
or I will never know if I will still get the family I deserve.
I chose him… and now I love him.
I know you were hurt.
I know you love me…
But I’m afraid I still love you too.
April 11th, 2010 at 10:08
Ahahaha, scandals. Love it!
April 24th, 2010 at 20:04
(object of affection)
Dear dam,
remember how you were my first kiss last year on a drinking session in a friend’s house? it was weeks after i got over that.
yeah. and after much investigating, i am 100% sure you’re a bisexual. I read messages in your “lovers” phone to the likes of “Do you want my dog to eat your pussy?”. Dude, sorry to say this but you both have dogs.
i don’t know which is worse, having a bisexual as your first kiss or still liking him after knowing…
April 29th, 2010 at 19:02
I know this challenge has been closed a long time ago, but couldn’t resist the urge to write my piece.
To my Lady,
I could have married you. Honest. But you were so goddam scared, confused and baffling. I think you’re a sadist. Honest.
You made me believe you were interested, and I got hooked. I travelled thousand miles to give you the ring but you played your game of peekaboo.
I was right there. I gave a gift, you ignored. I was just a phone call away.
Then Nature played a trick on us. Then a ghost from the past re-appeared.
Now I still wonder what it would have been like if the two of us just made it happen.
July 28th, 2010 at 13:07
can’t help but post…sorry guys….sorry Jessica
M,
I am glad you were just a part of my wedding jitters…
I would’nt want to spend my whole life with a “chickboy” like you…
K