i know for a fact (100% sure) that you won't ever be able to find or read this letter, and that's exactly why i'm writing it to you. just so you know, i don't hate you or anything. i just left because you're younger, and i know that you will be happy with her. the first time we met on omegle, i was so thrilled because you watch anime and you weren't boring to talk to. if i remember correctly, it was 12 p.m. here when i asked for your insta account, just in case you still wanted to keep talking to me. it's actually funny because you told me that i should make the first move, but you ended up doing it anyway. the fact that you waited for me until 3:30 p.m. just made me even more invested in the friendship we were going to have. anddddd i didn't give you compliments back then because i didn't want to get your hopes up. so first of all, i want to thank you for being a part of my life before i turn 20, and for being the first guy i really talked to... for that short period of time, i can truly say that i had fun. for those two months, i was just happy that you were there. sometimes or maybe most of the time—i didn't seem to enjoy your presence, but i really did. i just didn't want to show it because i didn't want you to think otherwise or assume something. the fact that you're younger than me made me more cautious about everything i said or did. you were probably wondering why i was always cold or arguing with you, but it was honestly for the better. but yeah, i miss your two dogs... those black and brown cute doggies. and i miss the owner of those two black and brown dogs, the one i am actually writing this letter for. i miss his thick eyebrows, curly hair, and mustache... my kevin from the despicable me movie... the one who always bothers me and asks, "wyd?" i just miss him because he became a part of my daily routine... i just miss him. it's been 2 weeks since we stopped talking, and in every single day and night of those weeks, i've actually been thinking about you. and i wonder if you still read our conversation and miss those moments? i have so many things to tell you, like how i'm having a bet with god if you're going to text me or not, but it seems like god is already tired of making me realize that this is enough. and if you're wondering if i'm already talking to someone else, yes, i tried to, but nobody feels like you. and today, june 20, 2026, i'm literally writing this letter at 11 p.m. because i suddenly had this feeling that i am missing you, or your presence. thinking about what could've been if i didn't set you up with someone else and told you, "can it just be us instead?" but i'm also thankful or very grateful to myself because i did the right thing. i'm 19 and you're 17, thinking about that makes me want to be buried in the very core of the earth because there is no way that i actually had this something in my thoughts or heart that i am actually liking you. ain't no way. however and unfortunately, i still cried about this... yuck. i am not asking for anything because i accept the fact that we are not meant for this lifetime, that there is no 'us' in this lifetime. i'm just writing this because i want to let it go and move on or forget you. i'm writing just to let you know, but i know you'll never know. you'll never even know how much i cried for you, let alone read this letter.