My writing is often bolder than what I allow myself to say out loud. It is usually more coherent and more honest, because sometimes I do not fully understand what I feel until I begin writing about it. The truth reveals itself to me in the process. What you will find here are the things my heart truly wanted to say, but that I chose not to package in a safer or less exposing form. These letters are not written only for your acknowledgment of how much I carry inside for you. They also exist for me — as a reminder, as a testament that I cared, that I felt deeply, and that this was real. I have lived much of my life forgetting parts of it, almost as if experiences dissolved with time. I do not believe I will forget this one, but if I ever do, these words will remain. I do not exaggerate them for drama. On the contrary, I try to discipline them. I choose my words carefully so that everything does not spill at once without structure. Every sentence here is intentional. I meant what I wrote.

While writing, I discover myself. I discover you. And sometimes, I discover the space that exists between us. These notes are momentary captures of feeling. They are not final conclusions, and they are not meant to be perfect. They may become clearer with time, but I will not return to overanalyze them or search for more impressive words. I will write what I felt in the moment I felt it. If it was confusion, I will call it confusion. If it was admiration, I will call it admiration. I will use the vocabulary available to me at that time, because honesty matters more than refinement.

These letters may contain ideas, reflections, even agreements, but they are not a rigid constitution that cannot be amended. They are drafts — living drafts. They exist so that you can come to me and tell me what you think, what worries you, what unsettles you, or what you would want to change. If something here feels slightly uncomfortable or unclear, I want to hear it. This is not a monologue. It is an open invitation to dialogue.

I see this not only as a collection of letters, but as a healing project. I have never been this excited to begin something like this, and I do not want to stop. It is a gift that you read them, but the act of writing them is also something I deeply need. It allows me to feel in ways I have not allowed myself to feel before. It helps me understand my own inner world with more clarity and less fear.