Hi Shruti,

When I got a notification last week that someone has emailed me, I was flabbergasted for a moment. I hadn't received a mail in months. So you can understand my emotions when I saw yours.

But all those emotions changed when I read it. This was something I never expected. So I checked it over again to see if I had read it right. It was the same. A love letter.

It has been a week now. You must have given away all the hopes of getting a reply. Or even worse, you might have thought that your love was rejected. And so when you read this, I think it will be a similar moment of shock for you too. But believe me, this wasn't intentional at all.

I have been pondering on your mail for this whole week. You asked for help to understand your feelings, but since reading that, my own feelings have gone on a whirlwind. The sane part of my mind constantly told me to just delete your mail and get done with it. But it was my conscience who refused it.

It said you deserved a reply. It said that you atleast needed to know that you made a mistake.

That, I'm not Aman.

Not your other half,
Rahul.

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"Mistakes happen every day. What matters is how you tackle them."