19 March 2017 Dear R, Tomorrow would be the first year of the day when I first met you. Today I am waiting in front of the arrivals area of the airport… To see you again. You surprised me by telling me that instead of going straight to Australia, you’re stopping by the Philippines. So…
Whenever I see photos or videos of you with your friends or family drinking wine, talking to each other in French, I feel insecure that maybe I will not fit in.
I don’t know when and I am not sure if I’ll ever be a really happy person… But what I can assure you of, you make me happy, I want to be happy and I am working on being happy.
I miss being with you and I hope that you do too. Let’s see each other again, at least in our dreams… for now.
There is a 99.9% that the last theory is the right one but the 0.01% is my crazy, selfish hope that I am the reason you’re still here.