No one knows how it got there, but it was definitely there. A letter addressed to Akari Shinohara. It was dampened from the snow storm, but dry enough so that the letter didn't stick to the envelope. Akari picked it up, and examined it. It's not very often that one finds a letter in the snow addressed to you. It felt surreal, especially in the after glow of her meeting with Takaki. She opened the letter, and read it.
I don't know why it's taken me this long to come to terms with this, but I finally have. After three trashcans full of crumpled up failures, I've finally decided to write you this kind of letter. Not the kind of letter full of statements we both already know, but of things that are new. At least new to me.
I finally timed it. The time it takes for a cherry blossom to fall five meters. I picked out my speck of pink from the tree, and waited with a stopwatch. I waited fifteen minutes before it fell. I must've gotten some pretty strange looks. And you know how long it took before the cherry blossom to reach the ground? A hundred seconds. Falling at exactly five centimeters per second.
I've also looked at the train routes from here to where you live. It's a long way to go, but I figured out a path. I don't know why I'm writing this in here, as when you read this I'll already be taking the same path in reverse. Away from you. I'll be leaving wonders behind.
And finally, this is the part that I've debated adding. The part of the letter that caused me to fill three trashcans with my indecision.
I love you Akari. I don't need to say it for you to know, but I need to say it for me. Say it at least once. Even if we can never cross paths again. Even if this letter will be the last thing you remember about me. I will always see you out there. Walking on the hill, Wandering down the beach, waiting for the train. I will always look for you, and see you.
Takaki would never know that his letter got delivered. Akari never knew where the letter was dropped from. But if either of them knew enough, and worked out the math, they would find that the letter flew through the air from Oyama to Iwafune at five centimeters per second. No different from the speed of a falling cherry blossom. And the letter was just as beautiful.