Letters I'll Never Send

November 6, 2020

22:42

I think I'm a fool. I am stupid and a fool. Am I? For liking you this much? So much time has passed, years at that. We are different now—for better, I hope. Paths never crossed again, but why do I still feel the same? Heart's beating the same it did before. 

Maybe if there's one that has stayed, it's what I feel for you all along. It probably goes a little silent, sometimes close to zero but I guess even it sits with zero, decimals—even the smallest and littlest of amount there is, it's still there, never left. 

I think that's how it is. 

Funny how you viewing my ig stories and having a story where I see mg drawing plastered on your wall would make me feel this way again. You never viewed my stories until the end, I noticed that. It was the first time. For two in row. 

I saw Julia and I's drawing at your wall too. That's from long time ago, I think we've become better as an artist now.

Those watercolor paintings, did you did those? Did you finally used that notebook I gave you before? If so, I'm glad. I'm happy you've used them already. Those drawings are really nice too. Very beautiful. 

I'm sorry, I think I shouldn't really be writing this. I know you have a girlfriend. 

I'm sorry, I might have stepped on a boundary I shouldn't have. 

I hope you're well. Stay safe, you are—not my, but—dearest.

23:23

Isn't this too unfair, universe?