How are you? You might think that I am mad writing this letter but you gotta read.
I first saw you on a movie house when I was still what, 13 or 14. I remember you were wearing your pearl white dress with a bright blue scarf. Virgin-like, I thought. The green mighty buildings surrounding you boasted of protecting your innate beauty. The people, well, they were just there to praise your wonders. They say that this film did you no justice and only, if not ruined, abused you. That didn’t matter to me. I was in love with you. Since then, seeing you in person has been one of my ultimate dreams.
See 0:41 – 1:27
The 2004 tsunami was rumored to have dramatically improved your then-abused state. I also wished that rumors are goddamn true.
Now that I am about to enter my thirties, that dream was realized and I finally got the chance to lay my eyes upon you.
Your picturesque portrait still is freakingly amazing from afar, just like how you looked back in year 2000. You are still wearing the pearl white dress and that bright blue scarf. The buildings, though they may look wasted and old, are still there guarding you. The people, still amused by you. But there’s one thing that your admirers like myself does not know.
Your careless movements that the film didn’t show have bruised me.
Your rough attitude is unbearable.
Mostly, you are full of crap.
You are nothing compared to Calaguas, to Boracay, to Panglao, and even Puerto Galera. I am sorry if I offended you with my harsh words but you are deceitful. Yes, your facade is fascinating but you rot from the inside.
My fantasies of being with you for a long period all perished. I’d still have to think if I want to be with you again. I no longer love you but it was nice meeting you.
Kaiz is a stay-at-home mom and currently works as an Operations Specialist for a software engineering company based in the US.