It felt just like yesterday I watched you come, and now you're going. In the blink of an eye 3 years have passed.

How have you been? Are you doing fine? Is life treating you well? Where are you planning to go next? What have the boys prepared to venture with?

So many questions, and I have no rights to them. You're probably leaving, and so will I. Life will take us very far away. You and I both know the past will never die. Maybe this truly is the end of the chapter... as much as I've tried to end it. (It did, I guess this is the epilogue.)

They say you never forget your first love. I will never forget what you've done for me, and how you've changed me into something better. You might not have intended to do what I thought you did, maybe I was just your social experiment, maybe I should be ashamed for having been pitied on. It doesn't matter, because I walked out of it a better person with a stronger mind, and an opinion of my own.

Thank you. For noticing me in the sea of people, for taking time out consciously to talk to me just so I won't feel alone, for wanting to be around so I won't be alone, for showing me what love probably is, for breaking the walls I took years to build up so effortlessly so gently so earnestly, for teaching me exclusivity, for sharing a part of your life with me.

Thank you.

And good bye.