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I’m in love! I never thought the relationship would be last this long. Since October last year, I’ve got 6 ‘love letter’ from him. This would be my greatest relationship ever!

Last night, I check my mailbox – there was a pink card – a PosDaftar collection card;

My heart beat fast, could it be from Kak Citi or Aunty CIMB or Uncle BIMB?

OR would he sent me another one of his love letter? Again?

While watching my square box, my mind was never on it. I was thinking about him. Then I realised I was in Batu Pahat last month, so its possible he would have catch me there without me notices his presence.

“Oh dear, not again”

This how the story began…

Back in January I started to realise he keep stalking me everywhere, especially when I’m travel out of KL. Back to hometown or visiting my siblings out of town. With me driving under the influence (DUI) of Luis Hamilton, it is much easier for him to spot me.

“Dear, why you never give up?”

While passing through Kuala Lipis in March, I spotted him and I put a smile on my face. We exchanged a glance.

He smile back at me!

“My dear, you’re so wonderful!” the words he put on his lips without saying it.

I had no word to describe. I have a stalker!

Maybe it was love at a first sight, what to do? He did sent me a love letter with a message; please buy me a gift for RM300.

I’m ignoring it for now. The previous one also I still kept under my table. 

“Dear, I’ll visit you when I’m free and had an extra money”

He was mad, really mad at me! Badly!

On a trip back to KL from Kota Bharu; he sitting by the road again;

Twice! 

“I miss you! Why you kept bothering me? Have you not receiving my letters?”

This time his not smiling back at me. Instead with his dark mirrored sunglasses, he give me a smirk that put me in really a doubtful situation.

I had no word to said. I might be in love?

A month later; a pink card in my mailbox; as per expected; twice! One from Kuala Lipis and one from Raub.

“Dear, this would be my greatest punishment for not replying your undying love”

By then, It has reach RM1200 in total of worth a gift I need to buy him.

This morning, the lady at the Pusat Penyerahan Tingkap, Puchong smiles back at me.

“Him again” she try to put a smile on my face. “Dik, you should be proud, you’re a lucky man”

I had a tears deep inside my eyes. I’m flattered but nothing personal.

“Dear, if Michael Phelps can break an Olympics records; your love to me would break any records this year”

I had no word to doubt for, I’m in love and I had a crush… deep inside my pocket.

To my love, this a confession of a broken heart