He's the boy I loved throughout my teenage years. The feeling is gone, but I never lost affection and fondness for this long-time friend. You just don't let go of friendships such as this, the kind where you might lose touch for months or years, but when you finally talk it feels like you didn't miss a beat.

He left for the States the day I graduated college. Through the years I always receive notes from him urging me to write, but I just couldn't seem to find the time. I bought a birthday card for him on 2007, but started writing on it June of 2008 (his birthday is on May); I tried to finish writing mid-July of the same year, but the letter still lies unfinished as of today, crammed somewhere in my drawers.

When he finally brought the news in, I felt happy for him of course, but also a little sad. My friend is starting a life of his own, and has entered a new realm I'm yet to experience. I feel out of place, as if I'm losing him. But I'm focusing on the happy part. After all the heartbreak, a pure soul and a kind heart deserves this... bliss.

I'll finish the letter over the weekend