It has been six years since I stopped singing in front of people.

The last time I did was with you — but then you left for abroad. It was never the same since then. I tried singing with different groups but my favorite guitarist (and drummer) was not there to tune my melody.

It has been six years and I lost the drive. I hate my voice — it’s always out of the line; it changed overtime. But you know what? I’m trying, again. It will never be the same but at least I’m singing.. for the Lord.

I wish I could call you and tell you how afraid I was tonight.. and this nervousness won’t leave me anytime sooner– I’m due tomorrow and I’m afraid. I want to back-out. I really do.

.. but what’ve you said again? “You’ll eventually find someone who would bring back your first love.” Yeah. I’m praying for (him), actually.

Remember the last song I sang with you? “..and if you ask me if I love him, I’d lie.” At least, I’m trying.

Letter I will Never Send // To the reason why I stopped singing. x