An Open Letter to the Person I Lost
Do you remember the table tennis room in your department? We were not professionals at all. But every time we picked up the paddles, it felt like we slipped into a small world that belonged only to us. You would laugh when I missed an easy shot, and I would find myself smiling without even realising it. Those moments were simple and innocent. There were no heavy thoughts to carry and nothing we needed to figure out. Only the soft bounce of the ball, your laughter moving through the empty hall, and the quiet ease of being near someone who made everything feel lighter. I never said it then, but I felt something warm in those moments. Not the loud kinf of happiness. More like a calm feeling in the chest when you know you are exactly where you want to be. Sometimes I wonder what you remember when you think of me. I hope it is something soft, just like this. Y.Y