Satoru stares down at the blank page in front of him, pen in hand, keeping silent as he stays in thought.

He has never, and he really means never, considered writing you a letter over the past decade. Many thought of it as him moving on from your lack of company or presence, but he, in all honesty never did. He yearned, longed, and wished for you to come back, or maybe even tried to keep in contact with him.

But it never happened.

Recently, he has been having thoughts about having his first words with you after a while, but he didn't know how until he saw the pieces of paper he never used on his desk. He wants to write you a letter, even if you never see it, or hear about it. His hands move on their own, his freehand on the paper to keep it steady as he uses his pen to start writing.

"Dear Suguru. I nearly forgot. Nearly forgot how you sound, how you smell, how you taste. It felt like a sharp pierce into my chest, every time I heard your name, or remembered you. But, You made me remember. Remember why I watch the moon shine so bright in the dark sky, as it takes me back to that unforgettable moment. The time we shared our first kiss. My dearest Suguru, you don't have to respond to this. For just being able to know, or not to know that you have read this is enough. — Satoru."

He sets the pen down and stares at the now filled page, silently wondering. Would you write back if you see this? Or would you simply laugh it off and throw it away? He couldn't help but pray that you would even consider writing back. But for now, he will have to put the letter in an envelope, stamp it, and slide it inside a nearby post box outside.