to my choiseung,

This might be the most nervous I’ve ever felt writing something. I’ve stared at this blank page more times than I can count, trying to figure out how to say something that’s been sitting in my chest for a long time now. So here it goes—raw, unfiltered, and completely honest.

I don’t even know when exactly it started—maybe it was one of those days when you were being your usual clingy self, always finding ways to be close, to talk to me, to just be there. I used to brush it off, tell you to stop being so clingy or dramatic, but deep down, I never really minded. I actually loved it. Your presence started to feel like home.

I caught myself thinking about you more often than I should. You’d text me something random, and I’d smile like an idiot. You’d call, and my day would instantly feel better. I’d see something funny and instantly want to share it with you. It was little things at first—subtle shifts. And then one day, I realized that it wasn’t just about wanting to talk to you anymore. It was about wanting to be close to you, in every way.

You’ve always made me feel seen, heard, and important—even when I didn’t feel like I was. You noticed the smallest things about me, remembered details that no one else would, and you cared in a way that was so... you. And the truth is, I think I fell for that version of you. The real you. The clingy, affectionate, funny, annoyingly persistent, and endlessly caring you.

Being around you fills my days with joy. The simplest conversations with you become the highlights of my day, and your laughter is a melody I never tire of hearing. Every glance, every word, every shared silence—it all means more to me than I can explain. You have become a part of my thoughts, my dreams, and my heart in a way I never expected but wholeheartedly welcome.

I don’t want to ruin what we have. That thought honestly scares me. Because what we have is everything to me. You’re not just someone I like—you’re someone I’ve come to depend on, someone I care deeply for, someone who’s been a constant light in my life.

But at the same time, I can’t keep pretending I don’t feel what I feel. Every time you look at me a certain way, every time you joke about being “mine,” every time you do something sweet without realizing how much it means—I want to tell you, “I wish you meant it.”

So I’m telling you now: I like you. I really like you. More than a friend probably should. Maybe you’ve already guessed, or maybe this comes as a surprise. Either way, I don’t expect anything from you. I just needed you to know.

I’m not asking for everything to change overnight. I’m not even asking you to say anything right now. All I hope is that this doesn’t make things weird between us—because your friendship still means the world to me. But if there’s even a chance that you’ve felt this too… then maybe, just maybe, we can see where this goes—slowly, honestly, together.

I love you. These three words may seem simple, but they carry the depth of my emotions, the sincerity of my heart, and the hope that, perhaps, you might feel the same way. Whether as a friend, a companion, or something even deeper, I am grateful for you. No matter where life takes us, I want you to know that my feelings for you are real and unwavering.

Whatever happens next, I’m still here. And I still care. That won’t change. I love you, so much.

- vevey.