"To the Man who never knew Me"

Dear Luke (or the idea of you),

I’m writing this not because you’ll ever read it — but because I need to say it.

I liked you. Maybe not truly you as a whole person, but the version I saw — the smiles, the shy reactions, the charm, the edits that made you look like someone I could fall for. And I did, in a way. Quietly, from afar.

You became a spark during a time I felt lonely. You gave me a feeling — of warmth, of wonder, of “what if.” But deep down, I always knew… this wasn’t real. You don’t know me. We live in two separate worlds. I am a Muslim woman, walking her own path, shaped by her own values. You are a British man in the spotlight, chasing your dreams, unaware of the version of yourself I carried in my mind.

That’s okay.

I’m not ashamed of what I felt. It means my heart is still open, still hopeful, still capable of loving. But now, I’m ready to give that love to someone real — someone who sees me, chooses me, and grows beside me.

So, this is my goodbye — not out of pain, but out of peace.

Thank you for the brief comfort you unknowingly gave me.
And goodbye to the fantasy that was never meant to stay.

With clarity, care, and your fan
syazwany