I don't know if you will ever read this, MoonInk, but I hope you do.
All these months—no, years—I've written our story without knowing your real name, without knowing your face, without knowing if we'd ever meet in real life. And yet… somehow, it always felt real. Every chat, every argument over a story, every time we confessed we were terrible at love, every laugh and every late-night thought… it was always us.
So here it is, the part I've been too scared to say in words outside of these pages:
MoonInk, will you be with me? Will you let me be the one to share life with you, not just in stories, not just in messages, but for real? I don't want to imagine you anymore. I want to live the story with you.
I know we respect each other's privacy, that we never pushed for more than we could give. That's why I'm leaving this here, in the story, for you to read. If you want to answer me, leave your reply in the comment section. Take your time. There's no rush. I'll wait.
And if your answer is yes… then we begin our next chapter together, MoonInk. If it's no… then I will still keep every memory we made, every story we shared, safe with me, as I always have.
But I hope… I hope you say yes.
—Arjun