Dear Estella

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Dear Estella,

I talk to you a lot in my head.

I don't even realise it until someone snaps me out of my reverie. I do it all the time- while brushing my teeth, trying to study, before going to sleep at night. I don't know if that's a good thing or not.

I want you to know the things I tell you in my head. I really, really do. I just don't know how to say them out loud. Maybe you'll think I'm really weird. Or that I'm really obsessed with you. And then you'll float away from me till you find someone else on the shore.

So I thought I'll write it down. Instead of making up one-sided conversations in my head with you, I'm going pick up the pen you gave me on my last birthday and note them down in a diary. I'll gift it to you as a graduation present, and you could read it when you're far, far away from me, about to go to university. Maybe you'll miss me while reading it. Maybe you won't even open it. I don't know.

Just call me if you're reading this, okay? I know I'll be missing you.

Love,
Azura