Hello, Mr Finch

Hello, Mr Finch.

Yes, I am writing this letter to you, that character from one of the novels that I've just finished reading.
Should I reveal your full name?
Well, since I'm afraid that what I'm going to write contains a major spoiler to the stories.
So I think just 'Mr Finch' would be better, okay?

I'd like to say thankyou, Mr Finch, for sharing your stories with me.
Although it's pretty clear that it's a fiction one, I still thank you though.

You. And your suicidal.
I honestly don't know what to say since I clearly oppose the idea of suicide.
We were given this life with its amazing encounters, countless choice, endless possibilities,
but sometimes . .
sometimes, we think we have no choice, we think life lose its meaning, we think no one notices our existence,
we think in our worst moment, when the devil's lurking - consuming - our mind.

You make me understand what you've been through, Mr Finch.
You make me understand how society, families, friends, play an significant role on your suicidal.
But no matter how difficult it is - how it feels as if your surroundings hand you the knife to kill yourself -
ultimately, you still have a choice to throw it away.
So why surrender?

Because it's such a pity for you to give up your precious life just because other people,
is it so difficult to love yourself?



Xoxo,
a girl who think that you-suicidal-people-are-the-most-selfish-people.

Hello, Mr Villain

Hello, Mr Villain

I have this peculiar love for fairy tales, for bedtime stories, for cartoon and animated movies.
Sure thing about those stories are the extremely good guy fighting the unquestionably bad guy,
and we all know too well that the good guy - the one most people root for - always ended up happily in the end.

Unlike most cases, there were couple times when I fall for you, Mr Villain, the one that is portrayed as bad guy.
Namely Loki of Marvel, Harry Osborn of Amazing Spiderman, The Darkling of Grisha Trilogy and other names I cant recall.

Will that make me a bad guy if I fall for you, Mr Villain?
Well, I dont like you doing bad things, I dont condone you for killing others,
but I do like the way that somehow you make me understand why you do such things.
the way how your characters grow on me,
Still, I dont agree with your choice though.
So I think it's not bad thing to fall for you, right?

We ain't living in black white world, there's no such thing as protagonist versus antagonist.
Most of times, it's just which side we're looking from.
If only we could listen.
Sure, bad guy really do exist, but it ain't that simple.



Xoxo,
the girl who have faith in everyone.

Hello, Havid

Hello, Havid.

Many thanks for brightening my day, or cooling out my scorching noon - to be exact.
You know, Havid, I have soft spots for kids,
and when it came to an irresistibly handsome one like you, I'm sold.

In case you forget what you did,
We were chit chatting and out of the blue you complimented me
I was barely processing the word that you said,
I havent even said thank you when you got hot under the collar and hide behind your mother already.
It was really cute and nice of you!
You remind me how great it is if people choose to be a nicer person.
There are too many assholes, and it wont hurt us to be a little nicer.

The thing about kids are they are innocent, a pure form of human,
so pure that even lucifer despises them (the lucifer drama fyi),
so honest, no poker face, no mask, no hidden agenda.
Adults throw nice words just for fishing for compliments or other-complicated-adult-thing-reasons.

I should learn more from you, Havid.
To be nicer without ulterior motive, but simply being nice.



Xoxo,
a-paper-hearted-girl trying to be a-nicer-girl.

Hello, Friday

Hello, Friday.

The fairest of them all.
The one that people always thank God for.
The day every one's been waiting all week.
Friday.

Most people loathe Monday, others get tired with Tuesday.
They barely live on Wednesday and Thursday.
And everyone's glorifying Friday.
While Saturday and Sunday just fly by.

What have you done to earn the special spot, Friday?
- God given, I assume.

People are like that.
Some are born God-given-Friday, they effortlessly enchant every one.
Thing is, not everyone's born with the charm.
They were born quiet, they were born wallflower, they were born socially awkward.

Like days-that-are-not-Friday, people unconsciously lessen the value of a-not-God-given-Friday-people.
Under-appreciated.

Lucky you, Friday.



Xoxo,
a-Tuesday-born.

Hello, Mr Pitt

Hello, Mr Pitt.

It is no secret that I am your fan. So it's only right for me to write you a fan letter.

Abrupt,
That's my word to describe you.

I was drown by kpop boyband wave,
then there you were on TV - rusty yet godly handsome - ready to fight, and I can't seem to look anywhere but you.
It's not like I've never seen any attractive men before, but my heart somewhat wavered.
Love at first sight towards a guy I only saw a glimpse on TV, eh?
Abrupt.

Once, I had a very gentle heart, a hopeless romantic.
But thanks to Fight Club, Se7en, Troy, and your other movies,
now I'm intrigued by crimes, and perfectly content with bloody gory scenes.
Abrupt.

Easily scared and a spoiled daughter kinda girl.
Yet willing to watch Word War Z alone in the movie theater.
Abrupt.

You change me, Mr Pitt, in many other way I can't even explain.
I guess that's whats happen when you care enough about other people, we can do much things beyond our expectation.
But all in all, you inspired me to strive to be better each and every day.
So one day, my fingerprints will touch others life, leave imprint and might pass on others.
And I'm thankyou for that, Mr. Pitt.



Xoxo,
thirty-years-younger-than-you type of fan.

Hello, Books

Hello, Books.

If I were about to be asked who my first love is, It wouldnt come as a surprise that it's you, my prized possession.
My love for you was started out simple,
when I first experienced the pure pleasure of reading story books,
when I couldnt take my eyes off piles of comic books,
when I first mesmerized by my elementary school's library.

I adored you, countless times, in many forms.
Back then, I was never taught how to appreciate things,
and being a careless child that I was, I dishonored you - mistreated you - by mindlessly piling you up on my messy table.
No wonder she forbid me to own you.
But I had the strong urge to read, thus the implacable me shamelessly read at bookstore for hours.

Years passed, things changed, I've learned to keep you safe and sound.
Still, she resents the idea of me reading.

'Get a life'

But I do, I've got to live a thousand lifes from books.
But I do, I've felt livelier reliving stories.
But I do, I've felt more content reading stack of letters.

Is it so wrong to love you and throw my money for you?
I just wish she had experienced your sacred touch,
that she would understand that 'life' itself has many different form.



Xoxo,
A girl who is tired of being chastised for being too fond of books.

Hello, Mrs Rika

Hello, Mrs Rika.

Truth to be told, I dont even know your real name, but Rika sounds just right for me.
And here I am writing a letter of apology to you, a stranger I'd call Rika.

Mrs Rika, I was the one who drove a white car right behind you on a scorching afternoon,
the traffic was heavily packed, and I let myself feeling a little bit more emotional than usual.
Those things should've not made me a rude asshole driver.
But it did.
And I'm sorry, I truly am very sorry,
because I honked my car pretty rudely when you blocked my way - tough technically it is OUR way.
I didn't mean anything bad or offensive,
It just happened that I throw my frustration towards you, the motorcycle rider with a little boy who unfortunately rode right in front of me.
Again, I am sorry.

I should've known that I am not the only one who use the road.
I am no good driver, at one time or another.
So I should've known better not to be mad when others become annoying-road-user-unintentionally.

Sorry for letting the traffic control my emotion.
I'm not trying to make excuses, I'm just trying to apologize.



Xoxo,
a driver who often feels guilty after being an ass.