I never imagined that my life would end with a stack of letters. Yet here I am, leaving behind pieces of myself on fragile sheets of paper, hoping someone will understand.
If you are reading this, it means I am gone. Please, do not mourn me too long. I've left these letters not to cause grief, but to share truths I never found the courage to speak aloud.
The first letter is for you—the one I hurt without meaning to. I remember the laughter we shared, the secrets whispered in the dark, and the promises that life seemed too cruel to keep. I hope these words reach you with the gentleness I could never show in person.
Some letters will make you angry. Some will make you cry. But all of them—every single one—is a piece of the life I lived, the choices I made, and the regrets I carry.
Take your time. Read them slowly. And maybe, through these words, you'll see me not as someone who is gone, but as someone who loved, deeply and quietly, until the very end.