NozomiDrew_27
You were my first love, long before either of us understood what love truly meant. We grew up side by side, barefoot on dusty roads, laughing under the acacia tree, sharing secrets we were too young to name. Somewhere between childhood and the quiet moments we stole as teenagers, my heart chose you.
But I was afraid. Afraid of how big my feelings were, afraid of losing you, afraid of myself. So instead of choosing you, I chose the priesthood, believing that distance and devotion would silence what I felt. It never did.
Years later, fate brings us together again, not as the boys who once dreamed under the stars, but as a priest and the groom he was asked to marry off. On the eve of your wedding, I write my final goodbye, reliving the love we never dared to become.
This is a letter for the boy I loved and the man I must now let go, quietly, gracefully, and with a blessing instead of a kiss.