My dear Charlotte,

I don’t even know where to begin. Maybe around the time I first met you, in spring? Not many people are fond of spring and you fit into that category. You always gave me the same excuse that it rained too much and your allergies got the best of you. Personally, I think it’s beautiful and quite poetic. The flowers bloom, accepting the sunlight that hits them with warmth and love. The sun has a great relationship with these plants. Although the sun can also hurt them, I’m sure it doesn’t mean to dry them out with their excessive light on purpose. It only wanted to see them grow and to be the one to provide them with the warmth they needed. It’s a complicated relationship. Honestly, I would love to have a relationship- one like the sun and flowers share. A bittersweet romance... I think it’d be nice. Especially with you, Charlotte. Other than spring, you are the most beautiful entity I have ever come across. Being your best friend just isn’t enough. Back then, I was too scared to tell you this. Even now, but it no longer matters. All that does is the memories we shared and the happiness they bring you when you think about them. As long as you are content, so am I. I’ll continue writing to you, and I can’t wait to see you. I wonder if you’d like that. Would you even remember me? Or would I just bring you pain, maybe even disgust. You used to be so easy to read Charlotte, but now it’s like we never even met. You’re thoughts that I could hear without you having to say a word. It was that simple.... but now you’re nothing more than a stranger. I hope you don’t mind if my next letters are just me reflecting on our memories, both good and bad. One thing I know for sure, is that you still love to be told stories. The smile that you always wore when people would read to you. It was the most mezmorizing thing anyone could lay their eyes on. I was very lucky to see it everyday. It pains me that I can’t see right now. You truly are too beautiful for your own good. Maybe our relationship is like the sun and flowers after all. The sweet angst of it all. If you only knew how much I’ve cried over you. I wonder if it would make you feel bad... probably. I don’t really know anymore. You wouldn’t even hurt an ant if possible. You’re just too good of a human to be cruel and unusual. It’s a little ironic if I’m being honest. You wouldn’t intentionally hurt people, but you hurt me everyday unknowingly. It’s painful because I can’t look at you, or be with you. I can’t even make new memories with you. You’re as evil as you are astonishingly breathtaking. I won’t take up much of your time, so I’ll end this here. I’ll see you soon Char Char.

Love, May.

My sweetest conquest,

There will always come a point in a person's life when they question their existence. They’ll wonder, “Why am I here? Do I have a purpose? What exactly is the meaning of my life”. The answer is quite simple, really. There is no meaning- there isn’t a purpose- it’s just an experience fueled by emotions. You’re born, you live, and you die. Many can’t come to terms with the fact that one day their existence will fade and their conscience will waver into nothingness. If you’re a believer of science, it’s safe to assume you already know that you have 7 minutes of brain function after you die. In that time, there is a possibility that memories of your life will flash before your eyes. It may even feel as if you’re reliving the entire thing; A constant loop- being born, living, and dying. The first thing you see when you’re born is a white light and the same thing applies when death is knocking at your door. In life, you get to experience many things. Love, lust, jealousy, anger, betrayal, sadness, and much more. Emotions are essential and vital when it comes to communicating with others. To give each other a better understanding of how you really feel. It’s hard to experience things if you don’t know how to react. To go through life without a proper sentiment is like being blind and going to see a movie. It just doesn’t make sense. To be able to feel happy in the middle of a storm, to be able to cry during a loved one's death, or to celebrate the years of life you were able to express yourself. The whole point is to live a life full of emotions that can vary in so many different ways that can lead to different opportunities, different possibilities, and of course- different experiences. I know you were never a believer of science Char, but you never stopped me when I’d ramble on about such complex topics. I loved that about you. You never judged, only listened. I think it was in those moments when I could really come to terms with the love I felt for you. I always wondered what I would do without you by my side and now that I’m living it, it’s hard to navigate on my own. My world revolved around making you happy so I wouldn’t have to lose you. In the end, the outcome never changed. I guess that’s what fate had in store for us. We would go our different ways eventually. If I had one wish though, it would be to keep you with me- so I wouldn’t have to bare the thought of you not being by my side. As painful as reality is, it opened my eyes. I couldn’t live a life of an unrequited love forever. I had to get over you at some point. I never could, if I’m being honest with you. I always wondered if you knew how I felt- I did make it pretty obvious so it would be a shock if you didn’t. If you did however, I think that would hurt me more than you being clueless. Maybe if you did know- and you told me where you were in the relationship we shared, whether it was intimate or not, it would have helped me move on a lot faster. Then again, I’m only speaking hypothetically. I will never know the answer to the questions I should have asked you when I had the chance. All of the opportunities I was given were left untaken. I’ll wrap up here for now. It was nice writing to you again\~

Love, your devoted admirer