my favourite person
to my kunji
My dearest kunji,
I know this isn't easy. The time zones, the waiting, the "I wish you were here" that I say to myself more than I'd ever admit. Some nights it hits harder than others.
But here's the thing — I'd rather have you on a pixelated screen at 2am than not have you at all. The distance is real, but so is every single thing I feel for you. And that part doesn't shrink no matter how many miles sit between us.
One day we won't have to say goodnight to a phone. Until then, just know — every morning I wake up and you're still my first thought. That hasn't changed once. Not once.
Yours, across every mile
my favourite person
The distance is temporary. What I feel for you isn't. So until I can hold your hand instead of my phone — know that I'm right here, same as always, completely yours.