July 5, 2025 – Afternoon
There's something powerful about the early days of a letter-exchange. Before you know too much. Before the guard fully drops. It's still light, still careful — but the questions become deeper, the pauses between messages feel heavier, and the heart begins to lean in. For Reyansh, that moment had quietly arrived.
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✉️ Letter 5 — From Reyansh
Sent: July 5, 2025 – 2:17 PM
Hey again, Tara 🌼
I just read your letter — twice, actually. There was something in it… I don't know — soft, like sunlight you didn't expect on a cloudy day. Thank you.
I love how easily you talk about music — the way certain songs feel like homes. And yes, I completely get the Arijit phase. There's a depth in his voice that makes silence feel fuller. Like it's okay to sit with your sadness instead of running from it.
Also — I have to teach you gaming someday. You crashing into the same wall 17 times already sounds iconic 😂 (Maybe we'll keep it to peaceful games at first… no walls involved.)
You asked me to tell you more about myself. That's a bit scary — but here goes: I'm 19. I write more than I talk. I overthink everything. My safe space is my playlist, and my weakness is when someone remembers small things about me. I find comfort in coffee shops where no one knows my name, and I'm still figuring out what kind of person I'm becoming.
Lately, I've been asking myself:
> "What if the version of me I'm chasing doesn't even exist?"
But you know what? Your letter made that question feel a little lighter. Because maybe we don't have to become someone. Maybe we just have to let people see us. And you — you made me feel seen in just one letter.
I don't want to get ahead of myself. But this? This feels like something worth holding onto. Tell me about your quiet days — the ones where nothing big happens, but something inside shifts anyway. I'll be here.
— Reyansh ☕🕊️
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Narrator Voice (continued)
It wasn't a confession. Not yet. But it was the start of something more honest. Something that didn't try to impress, but instead tried to connect.
Reyansh didn't know it yet, but Tara was reading that letter at the exact moment she needed someone to say the very things he wrote. Sometimes, people don't fall into love — They grow into understanding. And that… was starting to happen here. Not loudly. Not suddenly. But beautifully.