I should do this next saturday...

maybe one day, you'd write something like this on your journal...if you ever had any...or probably you'd have some sort of memory that goes something like this...if i ever do this at all...

something strange caught my eye as i went out of the house today. on our gate hung a peculiar paper bag. it was no ordinary paper bad, mind you. i gave it a better look as i took it inside the living room. it was brown and had the classic carton texture of those high-end stores. it was no wonder i guess; the front bore the familiar logo of starbucks coffee. this caused to further my bewilderment. "who would send me something from starbucks even though i never drink at the place", i thought. as i looked inside, there was some lumpy thing obscured by more brown paper (probably to enhance that classy atmosphere, though i consider it to be useless trash). i was even more curious now. clearing away all that paper revealed two things: a starbucks mug, and an empty starbucks plastic cup with a rolled-up green piece of paper sticking out like a straw.

i was confounded to no end. was this a prank? an advertisment? a free product sample? in truth, i knew it was none of those...but what was it exactly? what was even more confusing was that the empty starbucks cup had a name on it...like how those barristers would write your name on he cup of coffee you ordered...this cup....it had MY name on it. this didn't help my ever-growing confusion. the last part in the puzzle was that green paper...so with bated breath, i took it out and read it. it was...a printed letter...a...christmas letter....


"Dear gi,
merry christmas! sorry for the late gift...well better save the best for last huh? haha! lemme tell you why my gift is like this...you see...there was only ever one person that i ever treated at starbucks...remember that time we wentto the movies? it was your first time at starbucks too wasn't it? haha! well...from then on...starbucks became something sentimental for me...cuz i remember you everytime i go there...=) merry christmas again!"


geez...it's like...what...the end of february now? the letter was from a former friend of mine...a friend i haven't seen for like....two months or something...so...now i get it...this starbucks mug is a sentimental memoir, and this empty plastic cup is something to add to the "moment". sigh...i wonder..why didn't that friend come over to give it personally? was he mad at me or something? how could he? i didn't do anything to him...let aone talk to him for the past months...well, he still gave me this present right? so he cant be anry at me...then why---

ah! i didn't notice that there. when i unfolded that green piece of paper, a smaller white one fell on the floor. it was another letter, albeit a much shorter one. it was pretty recent too. the paper was smooth compared to the christmas letter, but it had tear marks on the side...as if it was just torn from a notebook. the letter itself was hand-written, and the ink was splotched on this one spot that looked like a droplet of water fell there.

the letter reads...



















I'm sorry I loved you.












I hope you'll forgive...
and forget.




-mikko














yeah, i know you don't talk like that...or write like that...you were never that good in english anyway...you were more of that, logic person...but then, i like to pretend that you are as i imagined here. at least... our story looks like a movie then...





everything always looks better when you take it for something it never was.

i took us as something special.