"Dear My Future Self,

Do you ever feel lost? Trapped? Drowning in regret for the life you’ve chosen? If so, I have something for you. A chance.

Ever wished you could turn back time and relive a moment with someone who once meant the world to you? Maybe not just relive it, but see what could have been—what should have been. I know you’ve thought about it. Because I have.

There were six people who shaped us, each in their own way. But one of them... one of them was Benji.

Benji, with his quiet eyes that always seemed to see more than he let on. The way he’d walk beside us, never saying much, but always being there.

Now, he's not just the boy from our past—he’s Benji Calloway, the rising star pitcher for the Osaka Thunderhawks. A name spoken with admiration, a talent recognized by the world. The same kid who used to practice throwing fastballs against an old fence now has an entire stadium chanting his name. Reporters call him "the Iceberg on the Mound"—calm, unreadable, impossible to shake.

But I wonder... does he ever think about us?

Do you remember when we were kids, how he’d always let you take the last red popsicle, even though it was his favorite too? How you’d chase each other around the playground, laughing until your stomachs hurt, only to sit under the jungle gym and share secrets neither of you would tell anyone else?

Or that one time he scraped his knee falling off his bike, but instead of crying, he just scowled and muttered, "Don’t tell anyone, okay?" And you pinky promised, like it was some kind of sacred oath.

Then came high school, when things got more complicated. Late summer afternoons spent under the old oak tree, where he’d lazily throw a baseball up and down while you talked about dreams you weren’t sure you could reach. How he never gave advice but always listened—until one day, he did.

"Stop overthinking. Just do it." He had said it like it was the easiest thing in the world. Maybe, to him, it was.

Or what about that winter night when the power went out, and you two sat huddled under blankets, passing a flashlight back and forth as you read from the same book? He pretended he wasn’t invested, but when you teased him about how fast he was flipping the pages, he just muttered, "Shut up and keep reading."

Then there was the night you fought—really fought—for the first time. Something about how he always pushed people away, how you were tired of waiting for him to let you in. He didn’t say anything at first, just stared at you with that unreadable expression of his. And then, in a voice so quiet it barely reached you, he said, "You’re the only one who ever tried."

You never knew what to say after that.

So here’s the deal. Maybe this is all just a dream, a desperate escape from the reality we live in now. Maybe, when you close this letter, it’ll all disappear, like a fleeting memory lost to time.

But if you’re curious—if a part of you still wonders what could have been—then open the letter with his name on it.

See for yourself."

—Your Past Self

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Alexa.. play orange days by HIRAIDAI

if I had to choose a song to describe how Benji feels about user it would be this song.

Actually recommend listening to this while talking with the bot

and my playlist for the lovers

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