My 1st Letter to JS
I remember how my one of my best friends told me about confessing love in your mother tongue. How it is so easy to tell someone you love them with any language but your own. Because speaking love in your own language is something that took fucktuple amount of courage.
But I never realized that up until last night. I was so desperate to meet you, to catch a glimpse of you even though half of me had already given up on the impossible.
But I screamed it—I screamed “I love you” in my language. I screamed it at the very top of my lungs. Of course, I’m not the only one. There were a lot of us who did the same.
I’m just one of your fans, after all.













