If you're reading this, it means I finally found the courage to share a story that has shaped my heart in ways I never expected. Ours isn't just a tale of one-sided love—it began with hope, with excitement, with you reaching out to me first. I still remember the surprise, the nervous joy, the way the world seemed to open up when you confessed your feelings.
For a while, I believed we were writing a love story together. But as time passed, I felt your feelings for me slowly fading, like the last rays of sunlight slipping beneath the horizon. I tried to hold on, to keep the story alive, but I realized that sometimes, love changes, and the people we care about drift away—not out of malice, but simply because that's how life moves.
This is not a story of blame or regret. It's a story of gratitude—for the days when you chose me, for the memories we created, and for the lessons I learned as your feelings faded and mine stayed. Even though our paths diverged, I want you to know how much you meant to me, and how your presence in my life made me better, braver, and more hopeful.
If you ever read this, I hope you'll remember those moments we shared, however brief. I hope you'll know that your kindness and warmth left a mark on my heart that time can't erase. This is my way of saying thank you—for loving me, even if only for a little while.