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Dear James,

Sometimes I catch myself thinking about our school days, and I can’t really explain why. I guess it’s because a part of me still holds onto those feelings, like little boxes locked inside my chest. One of them is you.

I remember back then, I secretly dedicated a song to you. I never said anything, of course. It stayed all to myself. And even today, when it plays, I feel that warm flutter in my chest, as if for a few minutes I’m transported back to that classroom, to those stolen glances and the smiles that never truly became ours.

It’s curious, because you also did things that annoyed me… nothing serious, but enough to remind me that not everything was perfect. Even so, the memory that remains isn’t bitter. On the contrary, it’s sweet in a melancholic way, like an old photograph that’s lost a bit of its color but still evokes tenderness.

Today, I don’t feel anything in the way of wishing it had happened. There is, of course, that nostalgia for what never was, that famous “almost” that lingers. But at the same time, there’s relief in knowing it stayed only in memory. There were no big disappointments, no unresolved stories. Just that space between desire and reluctance, which somehow taught me to move forward.

When that song plays, it brings a lovely sense of anticipation, as if an uncertain future opens up in front of me. It makes me want to smile and cry at the same time, as if I still believed something could happen, even knowing that, for you, all of it has probably long been forgotten.

Today, I look at it with peace. I’ve already moved past what could have been, but I still hold a quiet fondness for you — and for the feeling you gave me. A cherished memory that, even being only mine, will always have a special place in my heart.

With affection,

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