A diary of someone who couldn't tell her feelings towards him, so she decided to write it down. She once told herself that the letters she was writing were never meant to be read by him. But what if, on an unexpected day, she found all her courage and decided to give him some of the letters she had written? Does her "it should be, but it just couldn't" mean something different now? What has her courage led her into? Will her prayers finally be answered?