A mid summer night hare (77)

Emmy lowers her head and mourns for her husband whom she has spent almost 20 years with. She browses through her TV for a while and gets herself a piece of paper and pen to start writing.

The letter goes:

My dear husband Ackley Chin,

This will be an undelivered letter to you. Because even if I mail it, you would not be in this world anyways. There are many things I want to say to you but since our love is as delicate as glass, I won’t break this silence.

I am truly in love with you. Ever since that day it took a whole village for you to send me those love letters, I knew you were special and different from everyone else in this universe. Well, I can assure you that there is no right or wrong in love, only true or false. All your betrayals and cheating will be deeply remembered. Please don’t ever feel sorry for anything upon your death because it is no use crying over spilt milk. What’s done has already been done. There is no turning back. If we are so lucky to be deemed as the perfect model couple, then the show must go on, right? At least before it goes wrong.

If you consider happiness as your meaning and purpose of life, then keep it up. Stay ignorant and live in a bliss because you don’t know what you don’t know. Maybe after you have spent 30 years in this Godless world with over 1000 sex partners, you will finally learn to appreciate a life with no regrets.

You know what, you really should be thanking me over your seemingly colorful, wonderful yet ephemeral life. I have been a supportive wife helping you climb your way up the society along because your tragedies as a moth to the flame has given me so much purpose in my uneventful life.

The course of true love never did run smooth. In order to set you up with Hareta, do you know how much work I have put in to make your encounters with her look unsuspectedly accidental? I have been wanting to tell you the truth but I don’t think you can handle mine. So I’ll let my truth be your best lie. Ready player one?

Still water runs deep. Empty vessels make the most noise. Más vale bueno por conocer que malo conocido. Gangsters live a transparent life. All that glitters is not gold. Fare you well, your suit is cold.

Your tragedies have nothing to do with others. You ask for it. Maybe you still have not figured out why you end up where you are now. But do you ever realize if you are not so greedy and if you use your intelligence on legitimate ways to earn money, you should end up rather successful. All you have is ungrounded pride and self confidence from a house which you don’t possess, a wife who does not love you, a son who is not your own and a bunch of friends who rely on your brothel guide. You earn the envy of the entire world, but so what? Do you really live it? Can you stay alive long enough to enjoy all these? Your entire life is a scam.

But I like my role of the perfect Stepford Wife so I will let you indulge in your own fantasies, looking back at those days when you brag about your sex history with me. In too deep?

Unfortunately, reality is always crueler than you could ever imagined. The truth is we have never ever had sex in our 5 years of dating and 13 years of pseudo marriage.

Never ever!

Because you are not my first.

And after 13 years of me avoiding to have any sexual contact with you, I want to tell you the other half of the sentence.

You are not my first because you are not to be my first.

It was the one after you, Edison’s father.

Because you are into the Ron Ho.

To be or not to be, that is the question.

To be or not to be, that makes the difference.

Welcome to a world of post truth and fake news.

E non ci indurre in tentazione, ma liberaci dal Male. Amen.

Emmy Ran