Dear Stranger

Dear Stranger,

Today, I will buy a bar of chocolate.

It’s actually not for me, you see. I was thinking of giving it to you. But since you are not here, I will give it to myself and eat it.

Some people say that chocolates will make me happy. It has something to do with a chemical I don’t know about. Perhaps you can explain it to me if you ever decide to see me again. But if you don’t want to see me again, I think I will understand.

Don’t worry, I’m alright. I’m beginning to realize how my life would be like without you, and I think its not that bad. The hurt is not as excruciating as before, but when I’m reminded of how alone I am without you, that’s where the pain usually comes back to haunt me.

There was a time when I tried to medicate myself in an attempt to numb the pain that you have caused. Sometimes they work, but sometimes they don’t. Beer and Vodka has been my constant companion; Cigarettes, my best friend. You see, unlike you, they stayed with me. Even though they made me feel like shit the morning after, at least they didn’t left me to rot.

Yeah, I think I’m over you now. I can’t even remember your name.

Anyway, if you want a piece of chocolate, you go get some yourself!

Love,
Caloy