Dear You,

I never knew you’d come too early. You broke the anticipation of a better coexistence. Or is it really you? Or are you just a shadow of her?

I don’t know the answer yet. I hope I could get some answers.

It was too soon.

Destiny’s too playful. Are you? Are you not?

I don’t know. But I like you. It’s always been you. Not her. But you.

But I find myself in the character of a nutcrack, an empty piece of shell, an empty can.

I’m just a piece of something, if not nothing.

I’m not giving up. This fight is not over. NO. I won’t give up.

I know it’s not yet love. not yet… I wish not to fall, just yet. not yet.

I wish to see you again.

With hope,