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Dear Anya, it is 5:24 am in the morning. Here I stand, in the middle of our school’s famed botanical garden. And, I will admit, the surroundings are an absolute sight to behold; a plethora of beautiful, blossoming flowers. Yet even so…
Oh, my beloved Anya, your beauty remains unparalleled.
Dear Anya, you’re all my love struck and lovesick self can only seem to think of now. I’ve been suppressing these fiery feelings for months. My mind is filled with memories of us two– of joy and of laughter, of pain and of sorrow. All of these, I cherish deeply. I haven’t had a single regretful moment with you.
Dear Anya, it is now 5:26. Ten seconds until the onlooking Sun shines its light onto everything it can reach. My heart is filled with more anxiety than it can take, it feels like it’s going to jump right out of my chest at any moment. And the fact that you’re taking so long to arrive isn’t doing my poor heart any better. How I wish I could just run away from it all. But right there and then, I saw–
My beloved Anya, my best friend in the world… No, my only love in the world.
Dear Anya, with how far apart we are, you’re but the size of an apple seed, yet I still see yourself in all your alluring grandeur. If I were to relate you to one of the flowers in this garden, I’d say you are like the shining sunflower. Your features are akin to that of the blossom, so bold, so bright, so… Perfect. You are the one who stands out the most in my rose-colored eyes; the fairest flower of them all.
Oh dear Anya, my heart can’t take anything more, it’s about to burst from the overwhelming excitement and fear– The time has come for me to confess, and while I don’t mind my feelings not being reciprocated, I still can’t help but worry about what
you’d
think.
Dear Anya, there you stand, six feet apart from me. Those excruciatingly long ten seconds have passed, and the clock strikes 5:27 am. The sun begins to awaken from its slumber, and you’re positioned so perfectly that your face is faintly painted with the prettiest shades of gold. You look like a stained glass painting, one that belongs in a pristine church.
Now this… This is an even better sight than our school’s botanical garden.
But dear Anya, now that you’re here right in front of me, it has further dawned on me… That I have to confess. As much as I badly want to right now, I couldn’t possibly leave, not after I’ve wandered into waters this deep, and not after I’ve dragged you in here with me.
“Sy-on boy, you okay? You’re kinda quiet..”
Dear Anya, your voice sweet as honey snapped me from my thoughts and back into reality. How could I have worried about running away from here when I’d just done it now? All the more I want to leave from the anxiety and embarrassment. However, I simply cannot. Thus, I take a deep breath in, and another deep breath out.
There’s no turning back now.
“Anya, I have something to say to you.”
I freeze after saying all but those words. You have that same look of confusion when you’d encounter a puzzling math problem in class, or when Bondman is solving a mystery and you’re just as perplexed as he is. I look down at the cold, hard ground, too cowardly to face you.
“From the few months we’ve been together, we’ve made lots of memories… Both good and bad. No words can express how thankful I am for our friendship. I never imagined we’d grow this close. But… Our bond wasn’t the only thing that grew…”
Deep breath in, deep breath out.
“...My feelings for you, of love – have also grown.”
Deep breath in, deep breath out.
“Anya, I love you. I’ve loved you for a long time now.”
Dear Anya, it seemed that I’ve been worrying over nothing. Everything seemed to have gone well.
Or so I thought…