A letter from May 24, 2025

Happy Valentine’s Day, Keithrain. I don’t know what we are to each other by the time you read this. But today is May 24, 2025—and I’ve decided to write you this letter because I don’t know if I’ll ever get the chance to talk to you again, almost a year since everything began. Do you remember this day? It was the first time I ever gave you a letter—the very first one I wrote, just for you. I still don’t understand how you captivated me the moment I saw you. I wasn’t even looking for someone. In fact, I used to hate the idea of love. But all of that changed when you came along. Maybe it was love at first sight. I’ve told you before—you were the reason I found the will to live again. At that moment, all I wanted was to know your name… and maybe, if fate allowed, to know you more deeply. And somehow, fate did give me a chance. We got to talk, even just for a while. I started misreading your actions, convincing myself they meant something more. I ended up asking you—on a random midnight—what I meant to you. I regretted it instantly. It wasn’t your rejection that broke me. It was how gently you called me “perfect,” only to say that your heart already belonged to someone else. Still, something unexpected happened after that. We talked again. I even got to take pictures with you—not just once, which I never imagined would happen. But now… you’re distant. I don’t know why. And it’s slowly driving me insane. I stopped messaging you. Maybe I’m afraid you already find me annoying. But if you’re wondering—yes, I’m still waiting. I just know I am. Because I made a vow to myself: I’d wait for you. So if one day, you feel like reaching out, just ask me: “Are you still waiting for me?” That’s all I ever wanted to hear. Don’t feel guilty if you can’t return my feelings. You don’t owe me anything. This was my choice—my heart, my fault. With all sincerity, Sea