To Mrs. F

Dear Mrs. F,

It’s 3am. I just packed my laptop. As I decided to prepare for bed, it occurred to me that it’s August and the last time I saw was around this time last year.

I remember meeting B. I remember sitting with you and him (and your mom) over lunch. And I remember watching him, weighing his words, his actions, trying to sense the kind of person he is. Is he going to make you happy? Is he worth the decision you have made? And I remember thinking I can see a glimpse of what you may have seen in him. And yes, I remember thinking it could be the right path.

And now here we are one year later: you, looking so happy in your photos.

I still marvel at how brave you seemed to me then, deciding to pack up your life here and going after your happiness. But in hindsight, what seemed to be bravery and faith to then, would just have seemed logical to you. How could you not do it? You and love have found each other. Not following it would have been foolhardy.

And here I am, one year after, following your life through your Facebook posts. While I do not comment or respond avidly, I do keep tabs. There really isn’t much to say. Especially nothing I haven’t said before. I am very happy for you. And I’m glad you didn’t settle. And I still admire you very much for the strength you have demonstrated. And I’m so grateful for you that you’re no chicken like me.

Say hello to B for me. And please give him a big, warm hug for me. Tell him I am thankful for him, and to him.

Here is sending you my wishes and good intentions.

D