Unsent Letter(s)

Dear Ms. Fresh Air

It's been three years since the last time we saw each other, and today I regret the choice that I've made - being curious about your days and checking your social media updates - after a long time I decided not to.

Suddenly I got chills. You were with him. I guess all the grief that I've been held back all these years, began to be processed. My body temperature heated up, and my eyes became teary.

"I guess it's the right time to move on now," I said.

***

Looking back, you were the first person that I fell for, but I was late to realize my feelings. You were the only girl that ever left such a good impression on me. How come there was someone who smelled like fresh air in the morning?

It was very easy to me to breathe when I was beside you, and I don't know why. I still clearly remember your sweet smile and your greeting everytime we met. When I looked into your eyes, I thought we share the same feelings and excitement with each other.

You were a fan of my jokes, and I loved teasing you a litte bit - your confused response, and then seconds later, realizing you were being lied to and getting mad at me. I loved all our little talks, did you realize I was really actively listening to you?

I love your tenacity, spirit, and innocence with every single tasks we completed together. I loved how you added ':D' at the end of our chat when you were proud to complete a task. I missed looking for you to talk about our tasks - and later realized it was just an excuse to see you.

***

Later, we began to see each other less and less. I was so focused on my graduation plans. Sometimes you greeted me when we crossed path. I noticed you began to tell me your confusion about something, which was something that you never did before. I was always glad to help, you know.

The next year, it was your turn to be busy with your graduations plans. We began to chat with each other less and less, and I haven't heard from you in a long time. I heard the news about you from your friends, that you moved out to that city after your graduation.

I've been trying to move on from you since then, but I still can't get rid of the imagination that someday, we'll decide to meet each other again and continue the spark that we both felt. Now it's already too late.

At the end, I want to say I wish that you never left, but instead I only wish you the best.

From, the Mr. that you used to know