A Letter to Y

Somehow, I found you. In the middle of the trendings. You stood out somehow. And I started watching the series you acted in.

The way you cried so beautifully and the way you looked so hot and sexy in those action scenes ignited my curiosity towards you. I was intrigued about the discovery. And intrigued by your performance. I fell in love. With the series. With the performance. And with You.

Then, I learned more about you. Through the interviews you made. Through the vlogs you posted on YouTube. And through the IG reels that contained pottery and ceramics. The topics you are interested in the most.

You are always eager to talk about those two. Especially ceramics and the science behind it. I can see your passion and sparkles in your eyes whenever the conversation weaves through muds and firing.

When you talked about your personal goals, or the dreams you wish to fulfill, it somehow provoked my inner greed.

The greed I always hide from people and myself (sometimes). I wanted to be an artist. Or architecture. Or a painter. Or someone who just wants to immerse in arts and galleries, then live my life fully with ease. Without having to worry about money. About the future. About the people around me.

When I learned about you, I realized that you are the person I wish I could be. An ideal. And my Dream. Maybe that's the reason that my affections towards you include so much respect and admiration instead of just normal love. I don't know how to explain this. But it's real. I feel real about you. And feel myself alive when I see you.

And feel so so deeply about life. ...

That's why, P', I want to thank you. Appreciate you in the best way (which I don't know how). For giving me colorful emotions. For letting me feel alive. And for guiding me with your philosophy.