TO ALL THE BOYS I'VE LOVED BEFORE [A SAKUSYAO ADAPTATION]


PROLOGUE

I love to rescue things. Although I don't rescue important stuff as whales, refugees or try to revert the climate change. Now that I think of it, I don't think the word I'm looking for is rescue. I think I mean collect. I store my collected stuff somewhere, as if keeping them hidden would keep them safe from everything and everyone. The things I collect are quite simple, and a lot of people would even think are dumb. Porcelain figurines, the ones you find in vintage stores. Cookie cutters, since I tend to bake on an almost daily basis. Ribbons for my hair, in all the colors of the rainbow. Love letters. From all the things I collect, I can say my love letters are my most valuable possession.

I keep my love letters in a turquoise hat box, that my late mother bought for me at a vintage shop. They're not love letters that have been addressed to me; not a single one. Instead, the love letters I collect are all written by me. Inside my hat box there is a letter for each every one of the boys I've fell in love; which means, there are five letters.

When I write them, I show myself as I really am. I write my letters as if the boy they're addressed to, would never read it. Because he will never do. All my secret thoughts, all my observations about him, all I've kept for myself, I pour it all in my letter. When I finish, I put it in an envelope, close it, write the address, and then, instead of mailing it, I store it in my turquoise hat box.

Actually, these aren't even love letters. My letters are for when I don't want to keep being in love. They're more like a goodbye. After writing my letters, I don't feel this burning passion inside me. I can eat cereal and not wonder if he also likes sliced bananas in his Cheerios. I can sing any love song without imagining the lyrics were written for him. If being in love is like being possessed, maybe my love letters are like an exorcism.

When I finish writing my letters, I feel free. Or at least that's what they were supposed to make me feel.


Here we go again!

Hello, and welcome to another translation of mines :)

Hope you (once again) enjoy the storby by ignoring my more than obvious grammatical mistakes, and typos and all of that.

Chapters are quite short, so I'll try to update 3 times a week.

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