Here it is — the final chapter, a heartfelt letter that ties everything together. It speaks to your readers, my past self, my future self... and anyone who's ever doubted the worth of their own voice. It's quiet, honest, and full of love — exactly how this book deserves to end.

"If you're still here, thank you. You stayed long enough to read the softest part of me."

To the person reading this,
To the version of me who almost gave up,
To whoever finds this one day and sees themselves in it —
This is for you.

I didn't start writing thinking I'd finish something like this.
A book about myself felt self-indulgent once. Too much. Too raw. Too personal.

But I wrote it anyway.

Not because I think I'm extraordinary.
But because I've learned that ordinary is worth documenting, too.
Because sometimes, the smallest feelings are the most universal ones.
Because being honest on a page is its own kind of courage.

✦ To My Readers

Whether you've read one oneshot or every chaotic romantic mess I've ever posted — thank you.

You stayed for the slow burns, the flirty banter, the moments where nothing happened except everything shifted in a glance.
You screamed in the comments, you highlighted your favorite lines, you told me when something made you feel seen — and that changed everything for me.

Because every time I felt like I wasn't doing enough, you reminded me that making someone feel is enough.

You embraced my chaotic fics where people fall in love over spilled bubble tea, confessions under duress, or an accidental viral hoodie moment that somehow sparked a school-wide rebellion.

You met Eunji — my painfully real, emotionally messy main character — and saw her the way I saw myself: someone trying to hold it all together while quietly falling apart.
She wasn't perfect. She wasn't polished.
But she was true.
And so many of you saw her and said, "That's me."

That's the magic I want to keep chasing — characters that make you feel understood, even when the world doesn't.

So thank you, truly, for making room in your heart for all the versions of my voice.
For being the kind of reader that writers secretly hope for.

I wrote because I didn't know how to say things out loud.

You listened anyway. 

✦ To My Future Self

Hi. You're still here. That's already worth celebrating.

I hope you still write for the same reasons:
Because it helps you feel less alone.
Because your characters still make you feel alive.
Because storytelling is your way of saying, "This is who I am."

I hope you still let yourself get excited about a new idea, even when the algorithm doesn't.
I hope you still write scenes that ruin you in the best way, even if no one else sees them.

I hope you remember that your stories don't have to trend or go viral or be perfect to matter.
They just have to be yours.

I hope you laugh at your older writing but never belittle it — because those "cringey" oneshots? Those were survival. That was your heart learning to beat out loud.
I hope you still write for love before expectation, and for connection before performance.

And if you ever forget — come back to this.
on the days you feel lost, I hope you reread this —
The mess, the magic, the middle-of-the-night drafts, and all the versions of you that made this book real.

and remember how far you've come just by staying soft.

You did it. You really did it.

✦ To The Past Me

You doubted every line.
You almost deleted every post.
You wrote like no one would read it — and almost stopped when they did.

But somehow, you kept going.
Through the blocks. Through the silence. Through the fear of being too much or not enough.

You wrote fics at midnight with no idea if anyone would care.
You poured your feelings into a character named Eunji who didn't know how to say what she felt — because you didn't know either.
You wrote her into existence, and in doing so, made space for your own voice.

You were scared, but you wrote anyway.
You were unsure, but you kept posting.
You were tired, but you didn't quit.

Look at us now.

We told the story.
We turned the chaos into chapters.
We turned our voice into something we can hold.

I'm so proud of you.
Because without you, none of this would exist.

✦ To All of Us — Writer, Reader, Dreamer

This book was never about being perfect.
It was about being honest.
About putting something soft and real into the world and trusting that maybe — just maybe — someone would need it.

And you know what?

They did.
They do.
They will.

So here's to the next blank page.
To the next mess.
To the next oneshot no one asked for, but everyone ends up loving.
To the next character who feels like someone you miss.
To the next moment that reminds you why you started.

I'll be here. Still writing.
Still figuring it out.
Still quietly hoping it makes someone feel less alone.

Thank you for reading me — in all my forms.
And thank you for making me believe that this voice of mine has a place.

If you're still here — truly, from the deepest part of me:
Thank you.

💌
With all my heart,
[ARIA]
A writer who's still just getting started
A writer who finally let themselves be seen