I thought if I waited long enough, we would finally meet.

It’s kind of sad that it ended the way it did, just through a screen. The truth is, I probably liked you more than you ever realized. I kept hoping you’d reach out again, and at the same time I was quietly betting on how much I actually meant to you.

In the end, I guess I lost that bet.

I don’t think I ever wronged you in this relationship. I gave you everything I had — all my sincerity, all my enthusiasm. But maybe I wronged myself, because I still can’t fully accept how it ended. Even the times when I was emotional or difficult… it was really just because I missed you.

I still don’t quite understand how you could just disappear from my life like that.

I always felt like one day I would see you, as long as I could hold on until that moment. I’m sorry I couldn’t be there with you — couldn’t feel your body warmth, couldn’t share the rhythm of your heartbeat. I tried so hard to make our love feel real, like it had something tangible to hold onto.

The real distance wasn’t the 11,500 kilometers between your place and my place.

It was the love between us slowly drifting further and further apart.

How’s the weather in there ?

And you…How about you.