A letter from Apr 22nd, 2021

I don't know how to greet you lmao. This letter was written on April 22, 2021. Where do I begin? If you don't remember a pretty girl asking for your Gmail at 7:32 PM, sucks for you because I'd rather not disclose my identity... this is already too embarrassing as it is. When we talk, my heart races. I don't know what crap came over me for exposing my 17-year-old *** but... yep. I guess it started when you were telling me a story of your ex at about 3 AM while I was waiting for my premature puppy to sleep comfortably. When you described the way you loved her, ****, to be loved like that and to feel like the world's already yours. Must have felt euphoric, I just know. I thought to myself, I'd like to feel that feeling too. When you went on to describe the pain she caused soon after leaving you hanging midair, I had this urge to take care of you. MOTHERF- UGH I HATE THIS (I guess). I'm not really the sweet type so bear with me, aha. Days went on, I found myself thinking of you more often. When you would say things like 'I dreamt of you' or 'I'll leave this video so you're happy when you wake up' it would never fail to make my day. Do you remember the time when I felt so stressed so I asked you to play games while I watch? That's by far the most feel-good moment I had with someone. No hand-holding, or cheesy (cringey) love quotes, just talking, asking. The next day you messaged me saying "What if you leaned on me, and I leaned on you?" My mind was racing with thoughts so I pretended to act innocent and said "Leaned? Like domino?" Then you changed the subject. You know, what if? Quite silly of me to think like this after being broken by a guy, but you know, what if? You're probably not gonna read this letter. I don't really mind. It's just that today marks the day I feel so sure of you. I want you to trust me the way I trust you. However, we're probably strangers by now living different busy lives in college. Heck, you might even have a girlfriend right now... or a wife 0.0 (Congrats, you're the endgame HAHAHAHHAH) Me? I'm most probably still studying to be a doctor. If I'm not, oh my goodness, I must be dead inside to have failed that dream (for my parents). TT I think that's about it. I never got to taste your mom's cooking. :) - Girl who's about to regret sending this letter if we meet in the future AHHHH-