Dear R, 

Twelve years ago on Christmas Eve, I was waiting in line to get my room key to the hostel bed. You were in front of me in line. You turned around and started talking to me, and I didn’t know why. I smiled and nodded. That night, I gave you some of my spaghetti and ended up walking around the city until 5am just talking. We saw each other one last time then went out separate ways. 

Never did I think I would see you again, but I did. We connected in a way I never thought possible. You were so easy to talk to. As we continue ld our travels, we would look for ways to contact each other. And when we returned to our countries, I somehow found a detour and saw you. 

For 12 years, we lived in 3 countries and traveled to numerous more. We experienced so many things together. And even though we thought it was impossible because we’re from different countries, we stuck together.

But at that time, we changed and we couldn’t communicate like we used to. We got into fights and kept grudges. I prioritized my studies instead of our relationship. You focused on your hobbies. 

I started finding myself again, but it took too long. You decided you had enough and you left. 

I’m sorry I didn’t say “I love you” enough. And I’m sorry I didn’t appreciate you. You tried to be there to the best of your abilities, but you weren’t always there for me. I only got 75% of your support, so I gave you less. 

At the end of the day, I want you to be happy. And for the longest time, you made me happy. But we changed and couldn’t change together. 

You will always be in my heart. Wherever the wind takes me next, I will remember the lessons you taught me. You changed me to be a better person, and I’ll forever be grateful for this.