Letters I Wrote to the Winter Sun is a lyrical epistolary memoir that captures the ache of unrequited love and the sanctity of silent devotion. There is no plot here, for love like this does not follow a map — it drifts, returns, pauses, and spirals back again. Each letter is a moment captured mid-breath: some are soft with yearning, others stormed by silence, but all of them orbit around a Winter Sun — the girl he once loved, and perhaps, still does. Written as a series of unsent letters, the book is not structured around a linear plot, but rather around moments.

Told in the voice of a young man grappling with an all-consuming but unspoken affection, the work is part poetry, part prose, and part diary of a soul quietly unravelling. Each letter stands on its own, yet they all orbit around the same tender tragedy — a love that is never claimed, only cherished from afar. This is not a story of romance fulfilled, but of emotion endured, observed, and immortalized.
The book weaves a tapestry of imagery, nostalgia, metaphysical longing, and unflinching vulnerability. It is a synesthetic experience, bridging the sensory with the sentimental. For those who have watched someone walk away, never knowing they had been loved entirely. Letters I Wrote to the Winter Sun is for readers who live close to their feelings — who understand that sometimes, writing is the only way not to vanish.