May be the last message

Hi, I know you must have a lot of questions, like… why am I doing all this? Why am I following you around? What am I getting out of all this? To be honest, I don’t completely understand it myself. I remember I said I wouldn’t disturb you again, but sometimes it’s so hard to keep that promise. Maybe you’ll never understand what it feels like to want to talk to someone every moment of the day but know you can’t. I know you get annoyed, but sometimes it’s really difficult to hold myself back.

Now, about your questions. The truth is, this was my last chance to give you something, something you could keep with you always. So I sent it as an "unknown" sender, or as "Anushka"—but I know you would’ve figured it out eventually. I didn’t have any expectations that you would do anything after receiving it. To be honest, I didn’t even think it would reach you. It was just a surprise gift from my heart, no other motives or expectations attached.

Maybe it’s the last one. I know you might have felt annoyed, that this wasn’t something you liked, and for that, I’m really sorry. I forget sometimes that I want to talk to you, but you don’t. Still, sometimes it’s really hard to stop myself. If you can, please keep it. I just wanted you to ask me once, yourself, about it, if you were able to recognize me. I wanted us to talk about it, with no third person involved, just you and me. And then, honestly, wholeheartedly, I would’ve told you the truth, that yes, I sent it.

But I know nothing can change what’s already happened, but maybe this could make things feel a little lighter. Maybe I should accept that moving on from this may not be possible—or maybe it will be, but I don’t want to forget you, not ever. In all those “hellos,” your kindness, your sweetness, your cuteness, and your thoughtful way of seeing things…I don’t want to let go of any of that. This is all I have with me.

As for how I found your address, please don’t worry—I didn’t ask anyone. I happened to see it once while we were both in the same auto. Someone pointed out that you were looking over, and that day, if I’d noticed just a few seconds earlier, I might have seen you. Besides that, I got the address in written form from a university form—nothing else.

With so much intensity, I love this colour 

and they say choose another colour .

 But how can I? 

Every night, I dream of this one, the one I love.

It’s difficult to say this, but maybe this is my last message, and honestly, I don’t expect any reply from you. I’ll leave that up to you. Thank you for everything and even for the things that never happened.

Thank you Miss Granger

Always yours, truly

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