Dear... You
Hello. Happy birthday. I missed you. I always try to look for you in the crowd. I am always hoping to see you in the places we walked and stalled. In fact, I visit those places often.
I have a lot of unsent letters to you which I was hoping you might read, not now but maybe in the future. Those messages were full of genuine feelings that I have for you. It hurts reading them again. It still hurt up to this day. I can't even write without crying.
I am still hoping for the day when I will be able to write you a message (which I know you won't be able to receive or even read) without crying my heart out.
Just know that the future will give you all the answers to all of your questions which I was not able to give you.