Jay | Letters From the Star
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The tiny bits of dust danced in the last sunlight pouring into Mirae's room. They made the quiet corner of her room glow. On a small, old wooden box sat a plain cardboard box. It had been there for months, no one touching it since the day Jay's mom gave it to her. His mom's eyes were red, full of tears she hadn't cried yet. "He wanted you to have these, Mirae. Said you'd know when to open them."
Jay. His name still felt like a sharp ache in her chest. Like a part of her was missing and it hurt because he wasn't there. It had been almost a year since he left. A sickness had slowly, stubbornly taken him from her, from the world. He was gone, but his love, it seemed, stayed in this box.
She finally reached for it today. Her fingers shook as she lifted the lid. Inside, neat piles of envelopes were tied with a thin, old ribbon. Each envelope had a simple message written on it in Jay's familiar handwriting.
New tears made her eyes blurry. He had thought of everything. He had thought of her, even when he was close to the end.
It had been one of those days where everything felt too heavy. The sky was grey, just like how she felt inside. She tried to work, to keep her mind busy, but nothing seemed to matter. She missed his laugh, his silly jokes, the way he'd pull her close when he knew she was feeling down. The empty feeling in their apartment felt too much.
Her eyes landed on the box. If you're sad. She picked up the first envelope. Her fingers gently felt the neat, familiar letters. She carefully tore it open.
If you’re reading this, it means you’re probably feeling a bit lost, a bit heavy. I know that feeling well. Life has a way of kicking us down sometimes, doesn't it? But you, Mirae, you always had this amazing way of bouncing back. Remember that time you failed your big exam, and you cried for hours? But the next day, you were already studying twice as hard. That’s you. Strong. Resilient. More beautiful than any star in the sky.
Don’t forget the good times, okay? Remember our first date, how clumsy I was trying to open the car door for you? Or that rainy afternoon we just stayed in, watching movies and eating too much ramen? Those moments, the little ones, they’re still real. They’re still ours.
It’s okay to cry. It’s okay to hurt. But don't stay there for too long. Wipe those tears, my love. Smile for me. Even if it's a small one. I’m always here, cheering you on, just like I always did.
A soft, watery laugh came out of her mouth. He knew. He always knew. The letter didn't magically take away her sadness, but it felt like a warm blanket wrapping around her, a silent hug from far away. She folded the letter carefully, holding it close to her heart.
Weeks turned into months. Mirae slowly started to fix things in her life. She found a new hobby, a small art class that made her eyes sparkle again. One sunny afternoon, after she finished her first big painting – a colorful scene of nature – a real feeling of happiness filled her. It was a pure, light happiness she hadn't felt in a long time. She wanted to share it, to tell someone.
Her eyes went to the box. If you're happy. She reached for the next letter, a small smile on her face.
Ah, this is the one I wanted you to open the most! I just knew you’d find your way back to happiness. When you smile, the whole world seems brighter. I used to tease you about it, saying you had a secret sun hidden inside you, remember? But it was true. Your happiness was always infectious.
Whatever it is that’s making you happy right now, cherish it. Hold onto that feeling. You deserve all the good things in the world, Mirae. You really do. Don’t ever feel guilty for finding joy, for laughing, for living fully. That’s what I always wanted for you. More than anything.
I can almost see your eyes sparkling, your dimples showing. It makes me smile too, just thinking about it. Keep shining, my love. Keep being you.
She pressed the letter to her cheek. Happy tears now mixed with a little bit of a sad feeling. He was still celebrating with her, even now. His love wasn't a burden; it was a light that kept showing her the way.
There were nights when the quiet was too much to bear. She'd lie awake, looking at the ceiling, picturing his face, hearing his voice. She’d remember his hand in hers, the warmth of his body next to hers, the way he’d sing off-key while cooking. The wanting him back was a strong pain, a big empty space in her soul. She missed him so much it hurt.
She sat up, pulling the box onto her lap. If you miss me. This one felt the heaviest.
I know you do. I miss you too, you know. More than words can ever say. It's strange, isn't it? How someone can be so deeply ingrained in your heart that even when they’re gone, every breath you take feels incomplete without them. I always thought our story would be longer, full of more chapters, more adventures.
Do you remember our promise? That no matter what, we’d always find our way back to each other, even if it was just in our dreams? Hold onto that, Mirae. Hold onto our memories. They're not just faded pictures; they're parts of your heart, parts of who you are. And I’m there, in every one of them.
Talk to me. Even if it’s just in your head. I’m listening. I always will be. Feel my presence in the gentle breeze, in the warmth of the sun on your skin. I’m with you, always.
A quiet, deep sob escaped her. She held the letter tight, burying her face in it, letting the tears fall without stopping. He understood her pain, her deep feeling of loss. It was a comfort and a fresh wound all at once.
A sudden, surprising job offer came. It was in another city, a fresh start, a chance to really build a new life. But it also meant leaving behind everything she knew, stepping into something new and unknown. A wave of fear washed over her. Could she do it alone? Could she truly be brave without him by her side?
She walked back and forth in her small living room, holding the job offer letter tightly. Her eyes landed on Jay’s box. If you're scared. It was like he knew this moment would come.
So, life’s throwing a curveball, huh? Making you feel a bit shaky? Don’t worry. That’s totally normal. Everyone gets scared sometimes. Even me. Remember when I had to give that big presentation and my hands were shaking so much I almost dropped the projector remote? You were there, whispering "You got this, Jay" from the back. And I did. Because you believed in me.
Now it’s your turn. Believe in yourself. You have so much strength inside you, Mirae, more than you realize. You faced down so many challenges already, you picked yourself up countless times. This is just another step, another path. It might seem daunting now, but think of it as an adventure. You were always up for an adventure.
Take a deep breath. Close your eyes. Picture us together, hiking that steep mountain, and how proud you were when you reached the top. You can do this. I know you can. Just keep moving forward, one step at a time.
With all my belief in you, Jay
She sat down. The fear was still there, but now it was mixed with a fresh feeling of bravery. He always saw the best in her, even when she couldn't see it herself. She would take this step. For him, and for herself.
Years passed. Mirae had moved, started her new job, and slowly, gently, began to open her heart again. She met someone kind, someone who made her laugh, someone who understood her past and loved her for who she was now. It felt strange, almost like she was doing something wrong at first, to feel a new kind of love grow after Jay. But with time, she understood it wasn't taking his place, but just life moving forward, a different part of her story. She was truly moving on.
One evening, as she packed up old things, she found herself looking at the box again. If you're moving on. Her heart ached, but it was a softer, less sharp ache now.
If you’re reading this, it means you’ve taken another step, a brave one, on your journey. And I couldn’t be prouder. I hope you've found something new to love, something that fills your days with warmth and laughter. Because that's what you deserve.
I know it might feel strange, maybe even a little guilty, to think about a future that doesn't have me in it. But please, don't ever feel that way. My greatest wish for you was always your happiness. And if that happiness comes with new people, new experiences, new love… then that’s what I want for you. Really.
Our time together was beautiful, Mirae. It shaped me, it made me who I was. But it was just one chapter in your amazing book. Go write more chapters. Fill them with joy, with adventure, with all the love you have to give. Don’t let my memory hold you back. Let it be a gentle push forward instead.I’ll always be part of your story, but you have a whole life ahead of you to live. Live it fully, my love.
Tears ran down her face, but these were tears of understanding, of letting go. Jay, even though he was gone, was giving her permission to live, to love again. His kindness showed how much he truly loved her.
If You're Getting Married
Years later, the day finally came. Mirae stood in front of the mirror, a white dress flowing around her. She was about to marry a wonderful man, someone who loved her deeply, who respected Jay's memory, and who looked at her with such gentleness. Her heart was full, a mix of past loves and present happiness.
Before she walked down the aisle, she needed one last moment. She went to the quiet corner of her room, picked up the box, and found the last envelope. If you're getting married. Her hands shook, not from nerves, but from the heaviness of this final goodbye.
So, this is it. You're getting married. My heart aches with a sadness I can barely describe, knowing I won't be the one standing there with you. But mixed with that pain is an overwhelming joy. Because you found happiness. You found love. And that's all I ever truly wanted for you, even if it meant it wouldn't be with me.
I’m so sorry, Mirae. I’m so, so sorry that I couldn’t stay. Sorry that I had to leave you alone. Sorry that our story ended too soon. There were so many things I wanted to do with you, so many places I wanted to see, so many quiet evenings I wanted to spend just holding your hand.
I love you, Mirae. More than the stars, more than the ocean, more than words can ever capture. My love for you wasn’t just a feeling; it was a part of my soul. And even now, it shines for you, wherever you are. It’s too late for us to have our forever, but please know, my heart will always carry you within it.
I wish you all the happiness in the world. Every single bit of it. Live a beautiful life, Mirae. Laugh loud, love deeply, dream big. Don't ever stop being the incredible woman I fell in love with.
Goodbye, my dearest. My truest love.
Her fingers felt numb. The letter slipped from her grasp, floating down to the floor. Tears streamed down her face, quiet and endless, all the sadness, love, and loss she had held inside finally coming out. It was a goodbye, a final, raw confession of his never-ending love and his sorrow.
She reached into the box, her hand fumbling. Underneath the last letter, resting against the bottom, was a small, dark velvet box. Her breath caught. Slowly, she pulled it out.
Inside, resting on soft white cloth, was a silver ring. A simple band, with one shining diamond. It wasn't just a ring; it was a question he never got to ask, a future they never got to have.
Jay had wanted to propose. He had wanted forever with her. He hadn't made it.
Mirae held the ring box close to her chest, sobbing quietly. It was a pain so deep, yet mixed with a love so huge, it felt endless. He had planned a lifetime with her, right until the very end.
After a long while, her tears stopped. She took a shaky breath, then another. She looked at the ring, then at the letters spread around her. Jay was gone, but his love, pure and steady, stayed. He had given her not just memories, but a way to heal, a blessing for her future.
She stood up, walked to the window. The sky was a soft, fading blue. Tonight, she would marry a good man who loved her. And tomorrow, she would carry Jay’s love, like a quiet star, forever in her heart. He had taught her how to live, how to love, and how, even after a huge loss, to find happiness again.
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