Dear Devsai...

I used to think that if I loved him hard enough, eventually he would have to look back. I was wrong.

To the world, we're just two people. To me, he's the secret I keep in every line I write. I'm drowning in what-ifs, and he's standing on the shore, completely dry.

This is my story, my descent, and my letter to the one who stayed standing while I fell.