Hey,
If you didn't know, I had a pretty hefty a crush on you. There's something so alluring about intelligence paired with benevolence. You stand out. In my mind, we seemed to have had a deep, cosmic connection unlike any other, as if some force was pulling us together. It was so strong that I thought you must have felt it, too. Despite this, I always tried to do what was right.
With hindsight, I think you're just gifted at making people feel seen. You're special in that way. Most people are too occupied with themselves. I felt both suspicious of and elated by your kindness. You had no sinister ulterior motive, though. You simply are that wonderful.
We never really knew each other, but I really wanted (want) to know you. Something tells me I'll have affection for you for years to come. But you have your life, I have mine, and we can't be more than what we are. I am happy where I'm at, though. It seems like you are, too. Happiness and blessings are all I want for you.
Letting go is a long process for me. I care for you and I admire the hell out of you. That's all. Hopefully this will be the last time I write you. Take care of yourself.
