Hey, it’s Eileen. After all this time, I hope my name still lingers in your memory. But if it doesn’t, then let us meet again for the very first time.

Do you remember the days we spent watching films together? 500 Days of Summer was one of my favourites—I always thought you would love it too. And I used to wonder, what if you listened to The Smiths as well?

Although I am only 18, I have always been drawn to things that belong to the past. I suppose I am simply a little nostalgic.

If you still remember, I am a lover of films. But what I love is not only what I see on the screen, but the aura of each character, the quiet moments that move me without warning. And if you are someone who likes to daydream living inside films, as I do, then I think you will understand.

Do you remember the days we listened to Cigarettes After Sex together? Whenever I hear their songs, I am taken back to my hideaway.

I wish you could remember me through my playlist, that is where I spend most of my time, every day.

We used to spend entire days in museums, wandering from medieval oil paintings to contemporary art.

Sometimes, I wished I could stay there forever—quietly taking in every painting on the walls, the traces left upon sculptures, and the forgotten pieces hanging in the corners.

I still remember how we moved through the crowds in Paris, searching for Monet’s paintings.

And I often wonder what it felt like to be Claude Monet—sitting by the pond, gazing at the water lilies that seemed to be separated from him by a sheet of frosted glass.

I imagine him in his old age, still insisting on capturing the passing of time. Would it feel like happiness, or something closer to helplessness?

Dear X, I hope you remember me now.

And I hope that, in the near future, we will have more time to watch films, to listen to music, to walk through museums, and to talk about everything and nothing again.

Eileen