The Letter I Never Sent

There’s a letter sitting in my drawer that I never sent. It’s been there for years, collecting dust.
I wrote it to Emma, the girl who changed everything for me. We met when I was traveling through Europe. It was a brief encounter two weeks in Warsaw.
We promised to keep in touch, but life got in the way. I wrote her that letter on a cold December night, pouring my heart out, telling her things I never said in person.
But I never sent it. Maybe I was afraid. Maybe I thought it was too late.
Sometimes I wonde. what if I had sent it? Would things be different? Or was it just meant to be a beautiful memory