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Dear .....,
I’m not sure where to begin, but I think it’s only fitting that I write this to you as you’ve always written to me—through words that carry meaning, through letters that speak from the heart. I’ve thought about you so many times today, as I sit down to write this, and it strikes me how much has changed between us, yet how much has stayed the same.
When we first met on this forum, I never expected this to happen. I wasn’t looking for love, or even a deep friendship. It was just a random evening, just two strangers passing time in the vast, digital world. But something in your words caught me, something that made me want to know more. I remember how our conversations began—casual, light, simple. But somehow, day by day, they turned into something so much more. I found myself sharing parts of my life I rarely spoke about, and you did the same. Your words felt like a breath of fresh air and your ability to listen made me feel understood in a way I hadn't experienced in a long time. You became more than just someone I talked to—you became someone I couldn’t stop thinking about.
I still remember the first letter you sent me. It felt like a throwback to a time long past—no texts, no instant messages, just a letter, written for me. In a world where everything is rushed, where words are often fleeting, you took the time to sit down and share your thoughts with me. It meant more than you could ever know. And that letter, that gesture, was the beginning of everything.
But it hasn’t been easy, has it? So many times, we’ve been pulled apart by misunderstandings, by life, by the things we each carry within us. So many times, we’ve found ourselves on the brink of giving up. We’ve fought, we’ve disagreed, and we’ve broken up more times than I care to count. And every time, I thought maybe this was it. Maybe we were finally done.
And yet, you always came back.
After every silence, after every heartbreak, there you were—your words, your letters, coming back to me like a lifeline. It wasn’t just a message; it was a promise. You always came back. No matter how many times we broke, no matter how much time passed, you came back with your heart wide open. You chose us again, over and over, and in doing so, you showed me something I could never have learned any other way: love isn’t about perfection; it’s about choosing each other, again and again, even when things are hard.
I don’t know how you did it, but every time I felt like we were losing each other, you reminded me of why we started. Every letter you wrote was like a piece of you reaching out to me (especially that letter), a reminder that you weren’t done with us, that you weren’t done with me. And in addition to your words, you sent me something else—gifts that spoke just as loudly as your letters did. Each plant you sent—whether it was a tiny Jade or a Syngonium —felt like a symbol of our connection, a living reminder that we were still growing, still thriving together despite everything.
And I think that’s what I love most about you—your ability to always come back. You never let go completely. You never stopped believing in us, even when it felt impossible. You chose to return, and I’m forever grateful for that. Because with each return, you showed me that love isn’t just about the good times. It’s about the willingness to rebuild, to start again, and to choose each other, no matter the distance or the difficulty.
I can’t imagine what my life would be like without you now. The road wasn’t always smooth, and maybe we still have a lot to learn, but we’ve come so far. You’ve shown me that love is not just a feeling, it’s a choice. A choice that you’ve made, over and over, to come back to me. And I’m here, too, choosing you, choosing us.
You asked for a fresh start, a second chance, and now, I’m ready for whatever comes next, because I know we can face it together. We’ve been through so much, but if there’s one thing I’m sure of, it’s that I want to keep going—by your side. I love you dear. And this time, it’s not just about us trying again—it’s about us moving forward, for real this time.
Thank you for coming back, for loving me, and for showing me that love isn’t just something you feel. It’s something you do, again and again, no matter what.
Yours,
ＥＲＯＳ
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Dear .....,
I’m not sure where to begin, but I think it’s only fitting that I write this to you as you’ve always written to me—through words that carry meaning, through letters that speak from the heart. I’ve thought about you so many times today, as I sit down to write this, and it strikes me how much has changed between us, yet how much has stayed the same.
When we first met on this forum, I never expected this to happen. I wasn’t looking for love, or even a deep friendship. It was just a random evening, just two strangers passing time in the vast, digital world. But something in your words caught me, something that made me want to know more. I remember how our conversations began—casual, light, simple. But somehow, day by day, they turned into something so much more. I found myself sharing parts of my life I rarely spoke about, and you did the same. Your words felt like a breath of fresh air and your ability to listen made me feel understood in a way I hadn't experienced in a long time. You became more than just someone I talked to—you became someone I couldn’t stop thinking about.
I still remember the first letter you sent me. It felt like a throwback to a time long past—no texts, no instant messages, just a letter, written for me. In a world where everything is rushed, where words are often fleeting, you took the time to sit down and share your thoughts with me. It meant more than you could ever know. And that letter, that gesture, was the beginning of everything.
But it hasn’t been easy, has it? So many times, we’ve been pulled apart by misunderstandings, by life, by the things we each carry within us. So many times, we’ve found ourselves on the brink of giving up. We’ve fought, we’ve disagreed, and we’ve broken up more times than I care to count. And every time, I thought maybe this was it. Maybe we were finally done.
And yet, you always came back.
After every silence, after every heartbreak, there you were—your words, your letters, coming back to me like a lifeline. It wasn’t just a message; it was a promise. You always came back. No matter how many times we broke, no matter how much time passed, you came back with your heart wide open. You chose us again, over and over, and in doing so, you showed me something I could never have learned any other way: love isn’t about perfection; it’s about choosing each other, again and again, even when things are hard.
I don’t know how you did it, but every time I felt like we were losing each other, you reminded me of why we started. Every letter you wrote was like a piece of you reaching out to me (especially that letter), a reminder that you weren’t done with us, that you weren’t done with me. And in addition to your words, you sent me something else—gifts that spoke just as loudly as your letters did. Each plant you sent—whether it was a tiny Jade or a Syngonium —felt like a symbol of our connection, a living reminder that we were still growing, still thriving together despite everything.
And I think that’s what I love most about you—your ability to always come back. You never let go completely. You never stopped believing in us, even when it felt impossible. You chose to return, and I’m forever grateful for that. Because with each return, you showed me that love isn’t just about the good times. It’s about the willingness to rebuild, to start again, and to choose each other, no matter the distance or the difficulty.
I can’t imagine what my life would be like without you now. The road wasn’t always smooth, and maybe we still have a lot to learn, but we’ve come so far. You’ve shown me that love is not just a feeling, it’s a choice. A choice that you’ve made, over and over, to come back to me. And I’m here, too, choosing you, choosing us.
You asked for a fresh start, a second chance, and now, I’m ready for whatever comes next, because I know we can face it together. We’ve been through so much, but if there’s one thing I’m sure of, it’s that I want to keep going—by your side. I love you dear. And this time, it’s not just about us trying again—it’s about us moving forward, for real this time.
Thank you for coming back, for loving me, and for showing me that love isn’t just something you feel. It’s something you do, again and again, no matter what.
Yours,
ＥＲＯＳ
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