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From: Maraiah Queen Arceta <[email protected]>
To: <[email protected]>
Date: Apr 19, 2025 at 1:51PM
Hi, Mikha Lim.
What? You were a little sneaky, too. Acting so calm and unaffected when you were obviously dying without me. At one point I even thought I loved you more than you loved me, because you never looked back. I’m going to punish you when I see you, for sure.
And, I guess you’re right.
Without me, you’d be someone else entirely. You’d have a different perception of love, you’d laugh at different jokes, you’d be writing about different things.
I’d be different too. Would I have been happier? Funnier? Richer? I don’t know. I don’t want to. What difference would it make?
And, yes, I’m sure about this. I’m not afraid of taking a step back if it means I get to fall into your arms again, Mikha. Will we hurt each other again? Maybe. Will I get jealous? Absolutely. Will we have the same petty fights? Obviously.
I’m saying it won’t always be easy, but if I have you to share critical glances in cinemas with, if I have you to debate with about cranberries in grocery aisles, if I have you to kiss every inch of my body in the morning, it will all be worth it. Always.
This isn’t a promise, Mikha, it’s a choice. I’ll choose you again and again. I won’t leave you alone the way I did. You can be as panicky and as clingy as you want, I’m not going anywhere.
I see you’re already panicking now. I can fix that. My plane leaves at 3PM PST tomorrow (or later?), you do the math. Surprise ruined. You better be at the airport when I get there.
I’ll see you soon, Mikha Lim. And please change your return ticket, I'm going to need more time with the jetlag and everything.
Yours,
Aiah