March 21, 2026 | You’re likely reading this letter in one of the two different situations. First, right after the graduation rites, probably in your parents' car on your way home. Or, quite possibly, in your room, sitting on the edge of the bed as you hold and read a folded paper from a wax-sealed envelope, since I intend to hand this to you right after we graduate. Still, as I imagine it, the first probability is less likely than I would’ve imagined it to happen. And second, via a digitalized website I’ve set up manually since I couldn’t find a website nice enough to hold my long thoughts, albeit tedious, you’ll find your way into my thoughts some way somehow. You see, I never really thought I would end up liking you at all.. You are nice, yes, but way before, we just exchanged hellos and byes, a glance or two at most. But I can't believe just one question about your work would change my life completely. You've become my muse without even realizing how many times I wrote about your work, and you inspire me to become as talented and great as you are. You inspired me to follow what I really wanted, and I couldn't thank you more than enough for making me realize that, for once, I should start listening to my heart too. And for that, I admire you to the lengths and depths I never knew I would reach. Your smile, your eyes, your talented, talented hands, your stupid laugh, your dumb jokes— your own very self, and I might dare say, through the words of Mr. Darcy: You have bewitched me body and soul... And wish from this day forth never to be parted from you. You taught me how to love silently, even if it's unrequited, whether living or not, whether tangible or metaphysical. You made me realize that those who love always win, and no matter what, who, when, where, how, and why, I'll choose to love. This might be the dumbest thing I've ever done, but even if it breaks my morals, I have spent the last two months pouring my heart out through writing poetry for you and others just to distract myself because I can’t fathom the thought of walking up to you and telling you that you are slowly becoming meaningful to me. I couldn’t utter a single thing. Why? Perhaps pride? Ego? Not really. Probably being rejected would scratch me, but trust me, I’ve been through a lot. What I’m truly scared of is the thought— the possible manifestation of losing a great friend just because of something so selfish, such as my feelings for you. I wouldn’t risk something so odd for the connection we have already built. I have had enough of losing people. You’ve changed me. Because of you, I’ve found one more reason to smile, to be happy, and to laugh as much as I can. The way I found more hope in writing, the way I had more hope. I hope you know that your warm orange color will permanently stain the back of my brain. I even pray for your safety and happiness to whoever dwells in the heavens above, I’m agnostic for crying out loud. Have I overwhelmed you yet? Are you overwhelmed, too? We’re going our own way soon anyway, so I might as well scare you by being too much. But as much as this letter is too much like me, I hope you know that everything I’m saying is true, why would I even take my time and write this long when I could’ve just written on a piece of scratch paper that I like you? I hate you, I truly hate you the way I hate fish. Just like a fish, I know and sense where you belong, but you simply dwell in a place I could never reach. But despite our differences, I will always continue to admire your existence. I keep noticing you in things that aren’t you, and I hope it stays that way. I like you, truly. I may never see you again, maybe I will, maybe I won’t, but just in case, may you always find success in your life and keep being the best boy that you are. I’ll always be here when you need me, and please, don’t be a stranger…