#lettersaboutyou

Intersection  (in·ter·sec·tion) /n/

a point or line common to lines or surfaces that intersect.

To the person who had me at my bestDear You,

Ages ago, I used to believe that we had the right Love at the wrong time. We were young, naive, and immature to venture into the world of relationships. I always imagined my future of being with you in this lifetime. At one point, I told myself that you were “the one.”

Those days we had was a time well spent. I was the best version of myself when I’m with you– cheerful, full of dreams, and an overachiever.

But just like any book, no matter how good it is, there’s always an ending. We somehow landed in an open-ended scenario.

Years passed. I realized that I became the worst version of myself due to the scars I received from people who took me for granted. I become someone who I never thought I’d be.

I can still recall the look of disappointment when you saw me smoking a cigarette. Maybe it dawned on you that I’m no longer the person I used to be.

Then my worst day came– You popped out to nowhere at the right place at the right time. You somehow become the beacon of hope to the version of myself who is about to fall apart.

I wanted to cry and pour it all out. I was so devastated to let go of the one attachment I had in my new school. Your words moved me like a diamond scratched another diamond.

No words can express how grateful I am to know that you somehow care. It is enough to keep me going, Enough to make a stand that someone believes in the best version of me.

I’m so proud of you for doing something in your life that matters. I want you to know that whatever you do, I will support you with all my heart.

With Love,

Asymptote  (as·ymp·tote) /n/

a line that continually approaches a given curve but does not meet it at any finite distance.

To the person who made me believe we had something more

Sweet words + kind touches + caring heart, that was the formula that made me believe we were never meant to fall apart. It was enough to make me believe that there’s more of you and I, enough to make me assume that I was special in your eyes, enough to lure me in that you were a taste of bliss in this never ending abyss.

As I close my eyes and feel the cold breeze of September, I played your favorite song, “Forever and never”. I felt the warmth of your embrace and the memories we made no one could erase.

For once I felt like whole, you filled the void of my broken soul. “I am ready to trust again” I said, as we had our first kiss and my tears began to shed.

We both know that you and I should stay friends, because that way we can reassure that what we have right now won’t end. Maybe there is an existing timeline in the central finite curve where you and I were meant for each other, a reality where we lived happily ever after and a world where asymptotes lines meet.

With Love,