Dear Tataru:

‘Tis was the time I came to found in between of our travels and ventures, and I’d choose to invest it by writing down something, something I have meaning to tell you. No, that I need to tell you. A feeling I cannot reject, ignore nor resist. Since our fated meeting at the Waking Sands to our dark days on Ishgard, you were there by my side during the hardships despite how cruel the world was to us, to you. Of that time among the snow and ice, why if the frost was so cold, you made my chest burn with hope and happiness, I wonder. I have come to a realization: slaying down a Primal does not compare to what I feel when I see you smile. To opening the door and finding you there, welcoming me home with those eyes that are nothing but stars.

Our friendship has endured hardships and the bond that bind us is strong as the light of the Crystal. I could not stand to lose you, but this feeling deep inside my chest, my heart, is equally hurting.

I have made several pauses to try to gather my thoughts and finally I reached the conclusion. I love you, Tataru Taru. These are hard word to pronounce, even to write down in a single paper. But I could not gather myself to tell you with my own words. Comic, isn’t it? We fought in wars and I cannot tell you my feelings for you. You are the one I hold most dearest in my hearth. And when we are together, I think I can do anything.

You don’t need to respond to this envelope. But I do hope that my feelings reaches you. You are the one I hold most dearest in my hearth. And when

Your friend, Fukuro.

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By the hand of Fukuro Mukuro of Mateus. The prize, if I should win, it would be the Noble Barding.