Dear Heart

To everyone else, they're inseparable. To him, they're best friends. To her, he's everything.

I never meant to fall for you. You’re my best friend. Maybe all these letters were always meant for you, but loving you means risking the most precious thing I have: you. I’m not sure I can survive the cost of telling you. 

All my life, I’ve written to my future love, dreaming of someone who could mend the broken pieces of me. I chased that feeling, trusted the wrong people, endured heartbreak after heartbreak. Now I think I’ve finally found it. I never imagined it would be the one whose shoulder I’ve cried on all these years.

Every letter, every whispered hope was meant for someone I thought I was searching for, never realising he had already found me long ago. Now I must face the cruellest truth of all: the love I’ve been chasing my entire life is here, yet it may not be mine to keep.

Dear Heart,
This is our story.