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Wahaha milk, he is beautiful

Once the first letter is placed in the mailbox, all its meaning seems to end, as if a pebble had been thrown into the water without causing any ripples; I feel very frustrated. I like you, and I will not be vague about it, because I know that if I do not express it now, the tacit understanding that should exist between us will no longer be there. I already feel a sense of unfamiliarity has appeared between us, mainly because of my way of treating people. I value short-term friendships very much; perhaps I always want to decorate the wonderful moments of our friendship and place them within the timeframe of high school, to preserve them for reminiscing. Even though I haven't seen you or spoken to you for a long time, when walking on crowded streets, I always want to recognize you among the crowd. Sometimes, thinking back on those days at school, I unintentionally think of you; this feeling is very special. This emotion, somewhere between friendship and a secret crush, constantly lingers in me. Sometimes I wish for this feeling to become my own private longing, to quietly savor the delicate, misty poetic mood it brings. Today, as I write this letter, I cannot organize my thoughts, cannot produce smooth sentences; this disorderly sequence of words perhaps reflects the turmoil in my heart caused by you. I don't know what tone you use when reading this, or if you can hear the voice I silently speak while writing. I wonder how to write, and what to write that could touch a shared feeling between us—I do not know; I can only write everything I want to say. I know that the friendship from our school days has been worn fragile by time. I do not know if writing this letter has any meaning, and if… then I will just forget it and continue the friendship of meeting with smiling faces. Haha.

\Demacia!!!

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