First Letter

My Dear Stranger,

How are you ?

This letter is for you.

For the soul I’ve met that night—or perhaps only dreamed of.

For the voices that linger in my memory.

I write from the in-between—

between what is felt and what is spoken, between what I show and what I hide.

These are the words I never said,

the stories I kept folded inside the corners of my heart,

the fragments that still glow in the dark when no one’s looking.

Each word you’ll find here is a piece of my truth—

a confession of moments that shaped me,

of love I never spoke,

of pain I never explained,

Either way,

If my words finally find you—in these vast and unexplainable distances—

know that they carry pieces of me: the longing, the softness, the truth I’ve always feared to show.

There are stories I never meant to tell.

Thoughts too fragile for noise.

Emotions too tender for the world’s pace.

But over time, they asked for a place to rest.

So I gave them a home;

by giving us a chance.

My letter will be a quiet space where I confess the parts of me that I used to keep hidden —

the questions, the sadness, the confusion, the prayers whispered in the dark.

It began as a private collection of thoughts.

Scribbles in notebooks. Notes on my phone. Letters I never sent.

Words I wrote in the middle of breaking, or healing, or simply being still.

I never planned to share them before — not really.

They felt too raw. Too messy..

Too much.

But over time,

I realized, there is beauty in the unfinished.

There is power in being seen — not as a polished version, but as a person still becoming.

And so here I am — bringing fragments of me into the light. Not because they’re whole.

But because maybe someone, somewhere, is holding the same questions. Feeling the same ache.

Or needing the same reminder: that they’re not alone.

Your stranger,

Vie