Dear D.,

Nearly two years have passed since we last saw each another. You unloaded my bags at the airport curb, kissed me on the forehead, looked into my eyes, and said: “It was nice meeting you.” I succeeded in not looking back as you drove away and then proceeded to board the plane that brought me out of my dreams and back to reality.

For the longest time, it seemed totally senseless that someone like you would enter my life only to exit it so swiftly. Yet, with the advantage of hindsight, I have come to realize that our paths crossing and uncrossing acted as the catalyst that was necessary in order for certain key changes to occur. Somehow, I have managed to acquire a spirit of thankfulness for the way that everything unraveled, even though I wish that it all had gone very differently.

Soon I will go to live in that bayside place where one autumnal morning I first saw your face, but perhaps I will never be able talk to you again. However, here in this letter all things are possible and I can write whatever I like: which is that you are both within and without the most beautiful boy that I have ever met, and that you will always carry my heart around with you wherever you go or whoever you see or whatever you do.

Yours always,
S, age 23