"Hello~ you are always in my heart~~"

It felt like a guillotine falling on my neck earlier today when dad recalled us going to the Mercato Centrale at BGC one morning, and mentioning that we saw your cousin there selling their own brand of milktea. And i remember her, and she is... not young.

I mean, jesus. Fucking. Christ.

What is it that makes me think that you're not as old as your age?? I'm so fucking screwed. There's just... way too many bumps and craters on this road. I'm so afraid to pursue it. So hesitant to tell you. I wish you weren't as close to the family as you are now - you and yours. I feel like it's a reversal of process, where the branches intertwine before the tree had the option to grow. It's so... wrong.