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It feels weird writing a letter to someone you were just with.
You’re the worst.
Indecisive. Gullible. Twit.
The first time I ever saw you perform, I was 5 years old. It was at a recital for the piano school I was going to...
...When I found out we were in the same middle school, I was ecstatic. But how would I ever come to talk to you? Maybe I’d hang out at the lunch concession. Instead, I just watched you from afar.
...One night, I saw my parents crying in the waiting room and I knew that my time was running out.
...And then I told a lie. Just one.
I lied and said that I, Miyazono Kaori, liked Watari Ryouta.
And that lie brought you to me.
...Please don’t forget me.
Promise me you won’t forget me.
I’m glad it was you.
I hope this reaches you, Arima Kousei.
I love you [x3].
Im sorry we couldn’t eat all those canelés.
Im sorry I hit you so much.
Im sorry I was so selfish.
Im so so so so sorry.
Thank you for everything.