Dear you,
I have started this letter so many times in my head, but somehow, whenever I try to put everything into words, the words never seem to be enough.
So this time, I decided not to simply send you a message. I wanted you to have something you could open, something you could take your time reading, and something that would remind you that you are genuinely special to me.
There are so many things I appreciate about you. The little things. The way you make certain moments feel different. The memories we've created, the conversations we've had, and even the moments that were difficult.
I've made mistakes too. There are things I could have said differently, things I could have done better, and moments where I wish I had found the right words sooner.
If I've ever hurt you, disappointed you, or made you question how much you mean to me, I'm truly sorry. That was never what I wanted.
But underneath all of that, there is something I've never really been able to hide.
I care about you. More than I probably know how to explain.
And maybe that's why I wanted to write this instead of simply saying it.
Because some feelings deserve more than a quick text. They deserve a little effort. A little courage. And a moment where everything else becomes quiet.
I don't know exactly what the future will look like. I don't know what every chapter will bring. But I do know that meeting you, knowing you, and having you in my life has meant something to me.
Something real.
And if there is one thing I hope you take from this letter, it's this:
Not because of one particular moment, but because of all the little moments that somehow became something much bigger.
Thank you for the memories. Thank you for the smiles. Thank you for being you.
And wherever this story takes us, I hope you always remember that there was someone who cared enough to create an entire little world just to tell you how much you mean to him.
But before you leave...