I woke up in the night. I had no idea why. I was tired. I couldn’t think straight. The only thing I was conscious about was the cushion lying next to me. My mind went to you. It doesn’t make sense, I know. But I thought of you. Why? I wondered. Why was there a cushion that I didn’t grab, that I...

Time flies by so much. It has been eight months already. Are your memories of us still as vivid in your mind as mine? I could never forget. I don’t want to forget; I remind myself every night. A month ago, I wanted to write to you. I was insecure about us. I have never finished my letter, and I’m...

Everything you do for the first time is scary. So is this letter. But if this is the only way to talk to you, if this is the only way to reach you, if this is the only way to let you know what I feel and what I think… I don’t know if you will read this or reading it at the same time I’m writing...