The long and short about The Love Letter

Hi all :(

As some of you have correctly pointed out, I am feeling sad over the letter . Even though I have no romantic feelings towards Office Bimbo, I was genuinely thrilled at the thought of someone having a crush on me. This is because it was always the other way round all my life. I thought there was finally someone who can see beyond my fugly façade.


:(

I am feeling so bad, I might as well let it all out and tell you guys about a very shameful thing I did when I was a teenager.

It was my second year in secondary school, and as with any normal hormone-raging teen, everyone was falling in and out of crushes like nobody’s business. Some of my classmates were quite hunky, and it was common for them to receive cards from their many female (and a few male) admirers on their birthdays. They will then show the cards to everyone to yaya-papaya.

I had no such luck. In fact, a few classmates even wrote stuff like “Sibeh Sian is sibeh sissy” in my year book when I passed it around. Yes, I was not a very happy kid in secondary school.

So anyway, I have no idea why, but I desperately wished that someone will send me a birthday card that year. Maybe it was because I wanted to yaya-papaya too. But I know the chance of me actually getting a card is next to zero.

So I decided to write one to myself.

Here’s the letter reproduced in its (near) entirety:


“Dearest Sibeh Sian,

Happy birthday :)!

I hesitated for a long, long time before I finally found the courage to send this to you. You may not know who I am, but I always look at you when you think I was not looking at you. I found myself thinking about you a lot even when I am at home and when I sleep. I think you are a very good boy. I think I like you.

Happy birthday :)!

With Love,
Secret Admirer”


Yes, I was shamelessly desperate, because I desperately wanted to feel wanted. So I placed the letter in a pink envelope (this must be retribution), and sent it a few days before my birthday. I was so happy when I received the letter in the letter box, and happily brought it to school to show off to my friends.

Everything would have gone according to plan if not for the fact they recognized the handwriting as mine.

There is no cure for stupidity :(

With Love,
Sibeh Sian

P. S. When my mum reached home last night, she bought some traditional Chinese herbal tea for me. She said now that I have a girlfriend, I must have more energy. I was so ashamed I locked myself up in my room and cried.