Dear Augusta,

I met you in Cebu when I swiped right to an interesting foreign woman that passed by my Tinder account. We talked for hours and days during that month, and we never stopped. It felt like I was talking to myself, we clicked and we both agreed on several things, we shared a love for coffee, and you also liked to run and hike. You were an outgoing woman, and a smart one too. 

Before I actually met you in person, I remember all the planned meet-ups that you had to cancel because you had other things to do and prioritize. You had a daughter, and I knew that from the beginning but I still took the risk and continued to push through with our coffee date. 

I was intimidated, of course. Who wouldn’t be? You were dazzling, intelligent, and full of charisma. I sat at the chair near the entrance and as you crossed the threshold of the coffee shop, I was mesmerized. 

We went on a few more dates after we became intimate with each other. And during one of those nights, I decided to end things. I got scared, I thought of how my mother didn’t want me to end up with someone who had already labored a child. I got scared because I didn’t want to pass the trauma to you… the trauma that I have experienced from my recent relationship. I was still moving on and I didn’t want you to feel that you were just a rebound.

I didn’t hear from you after the confession. You accepted it as if it was just nothing.

Sincerely,

Caesar