I started talking to this certain person when I was a damsel in distress. He helped and was sweet. Is sweet yet. Such are times when you start believing in fate. If things are at their worst, they only get better.
Somehow both of us are facing the same problems and since we cant do anything about it, we just joke about it and laugh it off. occasionally teasing each other about it. It all started with a cute letter in a sweet red envelope randomly handed over by him to me. I still remember how he ran away the moment I asked him what it was.
With some enthusiasm and a lot of curiosity, I opened the letter, to find one of the cutest poems I have read in my life. He asked me to smile more because the bad phase would pass. He made me feel good about myself. Something I'd forgotten to do for quite some time.
It's special, that letter. More special than a certain birthday song that had been sung to me claiming I was special, while that person made me feel everything but special. This letter atleast wasn't based on fictitious claims and things he didn't mean. Or so I hope. I never managed to reply to that letter, but one day I'd like to. I don't know what's appropriate and what's not. Should I tell him how much that letter helped me? Or how much it makes me smile every time I read it? Should I tell him I think about that poem atleast once a day or every time I feel dejected and lost? Or should I just let it be? Will he think I am not reciprocating or not thankful if I don't reply at all?
I am probably overthinking. But that's what I do best. Should I tell him how much the letter means to me and that I would kill to have a friend like him in my life. Should I tell him he should stay and be there because I want him to? Or because I need him to.
Should I say anything at all?
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