February 20, 2018

Dear Jun,

This has to be the fourth letter. You still don't really know I exist. You think I'm your friend's friend. You nod at me to show my existence but in truth, I can tell you have no idea who I am. I have a confession to make in these letters, you were my way to just let out all these emotions I have/had for you. You invite me to your parties and adventures, but I'm not someone special. Not special enough to really be part of your inner circles. I realized that I'm only being invited because you felt bad for me. In a way, I'm okay with that. I'm going to make a bold move today. I think I'm going to confess my feelings for you. You probably won't remember anyways.

J.S