Dear To Pratik,,

I've been wanting to write this for a long time, and I am finally letting myself do it calmly, without rushing or hiding behind silence.

I love you.

Even writing that feels steady in my mind but loud in my heart. It is not new, and it is not sudden. It has been growing for a while in small moments I did not always have words for. In thoughts that lingered longer than they should have. In the way I found myself caring about you even when I tried not to.

I do not know if you ever noticed, but you became someone very important to me. Not in an overwhelming or dramatic way, but in a quiet, constant way that settled into my life naturally. Like something I slowly started to rely on without meaning to.

I think about you often. I pray for you too, more than I say out loud. And I hope, genuinely, that life is being gentle with you, even when I am not part of your day.

There is a calm kind of love in me for you, but it still hurts in places I do not always admit. I miss you. I miss the way things felt between us when they were simpler. Even the smallest connection we had meant more to me than I realized at the time.

Now the distance feels real in a way I carry with me. Not in a loud or dramatic way, but in a quiet ache that shows up when I least expect it.

I am not writing this to ask for anything or to place anything on you. I just did not want to keep pretending that what I feel is small enough to ignore.

The truth is simple. I love you. And I have for a while.