This write-up won’t be like the rest of the write-ups I dedicated for you.
This marks the final chapter — a farewell to you and to the invested feelings I’ve gathered in the last 2 years of adoring you.
I’ve heard that you’re preparing to marry this year? I genuinely congratulate you; your happiness matters to me. I’ve anticipated this moment, the time when I must release my grip on you. It was clear to me that my feelings wouldn’t be reciprocated, as I understood from the start that your heart belonged to another before I even arrived. Our stolen glances and fleeting touches held no significance for you, a truth I was aware of. Thus, you bear no responsibility for my emotions. It was I who deluded myself into believing there was potential, a possibility for us, even when it felt as elusive as capturing the moon. Can you really blame me?
I’m confident that you will make an exceptional husband to her and a wonderful father to your future children. They are undoubtedly fortunate to have you in their lives, my dear. I’m grateful that our paths crossed, even if only for a brief moment. But now, it’s time to bid farewell. Sayonara
—Red
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Writings of Red 