Please don't mention those letters again. I believe that you never received them, and I hope that you trust me when I say that they were sent. These are our letters now, and while the outcome is going to be different than what would have been before, I think that the fates are leading us back toward our friendship. As in love as I was with you, and as much as I still love you, I believe that we simply weren’t meant to be. And now because we wouldn’t have lasted, because I would have held on to you forever. But it wouldn’t have worked.
We’re too alike to spend our lives together, because we lack the elements the other needs. The weight of our relationship would have been so skewed that it would have forced it down, snapping it and ruining what was good. But neither of us are the sort to walk away, and we would have spent our lives simply… coexisting. That’s what I believe.
But as friends, we worked. We played off each other, and you made me a stronger, better person than I could have been by myself. I think I’ve become worse, weaker, since losing you by my side. I don’t want to know what leaving you did - it’s too painful. Because Seren, I love you so much.
When yet comes, I’ll be here. I’m always going to be here now.