Writing this letter on the date of April, 2026. Probably the last time I'll ever write something about you. I'm writing this, as if hoping you'll ever see this letter at all but...hoping won't hurt at all for the time being. I've said this a lot to the letters I gave you on how much I am grateful I met you. Yes at first I may not seem to be interested with you, still recovering from a heartbreak and searching for something, too blind that time to see that it's there all along. Eventually, we got closer, like an ocean to a shore we've met. You're there, wild, uncertain flow, uncertain tide and me? I'm there, steady and unmoving like the sand where I always burry myself. We've met, out of curiosity perhaps, curious who are we or who are you to me. I though you'd be another one of those once in a lifetime crush I'd have in my life but then it's just the fact that I kept refusing to acknowledge was that slowly... I'm having feelings for you. For the long time, I was unaware of the reason why I'd get shy around you, why I suddenly have the feeling of wanting to see you, of being close to you. At first maybe it's because we're strangers and friend of a friend at best. Then we started to talk, didn't know you were that sweet like a candy in a very expensive store around the city. In all honesty all I saw in you was the wrapper, how people described your look but never your taste. It was addicting when I finally had a turn to do so. Still, I kept denying it, saying it's just a friendly feeling, a feeling of admiration but who would've thought that eventually I'd be honest enough to admit I fell for you. Hard. It was not part of the plan, you never were part of my plan yet somehow you barged in and left your shoes on the door and now...I can't seem to move it out. I confessed, It's still hard to accept it even to this day, the fact that I could've called you mine... my girlfriend...or.... in a perspective...I'd call you the flowers who blooms specifically for the moon and the moon itself to bask in it's cold yet bright light. Then again, we can't, but ever since I don't know how I'll move on from you like... why and how? maybe because I had a chance and we're both too afraid to see it? that we could've worked? Everyday since then, I always question myself... "why does an idiot like you stay in rundown place where you don't have anything". I don't know too. But I gotta let go, eventually, I can't keep holding on the rope while drowning underneath. It'll be the biggest joke ever. Perhaps... I'll move on, yeah, I will now. I will as the last day of April do so. You were the best, if not the best but the humblest girl I've ever loved. You taught me the effort, you taught me the patience, the courage, the strength...the hope and fear. I love you still...But I made a promise, I gotta let you go in exchange for my dreams. It hurts to love you... yet comforting too. Thank you... . Without you... I wouldn't be me. Farewell...I love you. I'll see you around.