Hey chuu , I don’t know where this finds you now— or who you’ve become in the years that carried us apart. But I know this, you never really left. Not in the dramatic way people imagine,,, no constant ache, no daily longing.... just something quieter, more permanent. Like a song I no longer play but still remember perfectly. Life moved, as it does. I learned new places, new people, new versions of myself. And still. every now and then, something small folds time in half. A laugh that isn’t yours but almost is. A silence that feels familiar. A moment that should belong to the present but somehow carries your shadow. I don’t write this to reopen anything. There’s no expectation in these words. Just honesty, long overdue: You were not a phase. Not a lesson. Not something I “got over.” You became a part of how I understand love— and that doesn’t leave when people do. I hope life has been kind to you. I hope you’ve been loved in ways that feel easy and true. And if, by chance, you ever wonder whether you were forgotten— you weren’t.