This is a letter that took 7 years to write.
If you had told me at the beginning of the story that you would dominate my world for seven years, I would have laughed.
Until that day, I clearly felt that facing you, I was just happy and my heartbeat no longer accelerated. I understood that, finally, I left you in the years.
My old friend, my dear buddy.
Even in the years when I was most entangled with you, when you and her were really together, I never regretted meeting you and falling in love with you.
Is it fate? My love ended at the age of 18, and this letter that will never be sent also ends at chapter 18.
Oh, bless me.
Conception: