Hey, you!
I mean, Dear Kousei,
You were just here, and now I'm writing you a letter, kinda weird, right?
You're a mess, you know that? You're meek, and a quitter, and neurotic.
The first time I ever saw you, I was five years old. It was at a recital for the piano school I went to back then. You marched out onto that stage, and then made us all laugh by knocking over the bench. You sat at that giant piano, and with the first note you played, the world became more colorful. It was like you found a deluxe box of crayons on the keys, and tossed them everywhere. Suddenly, the girl next to me starts bawling her eyes out.
And now you're gonna give it up? Like you never played in the first place? Hearing you that day changed my life, what do you think of that?
So I switched, then and there, no regrets.
When I found out we were at the same middle school, I was thrilled! How was I actually supposed to meet you, though? Buy egg sandwiches every day 'til you notice me? In the end, all I could do was watch you guys. You were friends, and I was some stranger. It wasn't my place to barge in, so I didn't.
I had surgery as a little kid, but I've never been totally well. After a bad fall in the seventh grade, I was in the hospital a bunch. Those hospital stays got longer, bit by bit. I was hardly ever at school by then. Nobody said how sick I was exactly, but I knew it was bad.
Then one night, I saw my mom and dad crying down in the lounge, when they thought I was asleep. That's when I knew I didn't have much time.
I made a choice:
I ran. And I didn't look back!
I started living life exactly how I wanted, so I wouldn't be all mopey in heaven. Contacts are weird, but I tried 'em. Tried eating a whole cake by myself too, because why not? Music that used to boss me around? I played it my way!
And then...I told one single lie.
Are you ready for it? Here it comes: "Kaori likes Watari!"
Shocking, right? But I'm glad I told it. After all, Kousei, that lie brought us together.
Please tell Watari I'm sorry. Honestly though, I'm sure he's moved on to some other girl by now. That's just who he is. When it comes to friends, he's a great guy, but romantically, I want someone sincere.
Also, please tell Tsubaki that I'm sorry. It turns out I was just passing through. I didn't wanna leave a big mess behind, so I couldn't be totally honest with her either. Think of it: "Hey Tsubaki, be a pal and introduce me to Arima, would ya?" That would have been a pretty messed up thing for me to ask for. I mean, everyone could tell that Tsubaki was crazy about you. Even before we were friends, I knew. The only ones who didn't get the memo were you and her.
When my life finally brought the two of us together, you were different than I'd imagined: stubborn, and passive, and pessimistic. Not to mention the fact that you stole my leggings. Your voice was lower than I thought. You were a guy, you know? And you were gentle, no surprise there.
Remember when we jumped off that bridge? The river water felt amazing. And the moon shining down at the music room, like we could grab it on our tiptoes? When we raced that train, I really thought we could win! Singing "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" with you late at night felt kinda perfect. Being at school after dark, it's mysterious, right? And snow, it looks like cherry blossom petals!
You must think I'm silly, finding wonder in the everyday things around us, things I saw with you.
Isn't it funny how the most unforgettable scenes can be so trivial, and vice versa?
Kousei: None of it was trivial.
So what's the verdict?
Was I able to live inside someone's heart?
Kousei: No question.
And this heart, it wouldn't happen to be yours, would it?
Kousei: You barged in without knocking.
Do you think that...you'll remember me a little from time to time?
Kousei: Got no choice. You'd come back to haunt me.
No hitting the reset button!
Kousei: Not ever.
Don't you forget me, that's a promise, okay?
I'm glad we found each other.
Will I reach you?
I hope I can.
Here's the truth, Kousei:
I love you!
I love you!
I love you!
Sorry that I never ate those caneles, and that I beat you up so much. I was such a brat to you. I'm sorry for...everything.
Thank you.
Kousei: I can't believe you wrote that. I should thank you for all of it.
P.S. I'm giving you one of my favorite pictures. You don't have to keep it, but I hope you do.
Kousei: Spring time, it's on the way. The season when we first met. A spring time without you.
