Before the Letters
This book is my quiet confession. It holds the words I never said, the letters I never sent, and the feelings I tried so hard to bury. I just want to clarify that I’m not writing this to change the past, and not even for the person I once loved. I’m writing this for me—for the girl who didn’t know how to let go, for the girl who laughed, cried, and broke all at once.
First love lingers. It doesn’t just disappear when two people walk away. It stays in the smallest things, in the ache that comes without warning, in the lessons you only understand when it’s already too late.
These pages are my way of remembering, and maybe, finally releasing. My way of holding on one last time, so I can learn to let go. This is not a love story. It’s a story of me finding myself through heartbreak.
And maybe, if you’ve ever loved someone you couldn’t keep, you’ll find pieces of yourself here too.
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