Dear Love,

I have been planning to write this for a few days now.

Despite how complicated what we had was, you were the only one who really saw me. You listened to me. Tried to understand me. Remembered things I mentioned. Consoled me when I needed it.

I guess what I am trying to say is “thank you!” For the longest time, I kept on asking myself why our memories mean much to me. We did not have much. Not much time nor memories together. Yet what we had… whatever it was, it still means much to me.

And it struck me. You truly saw and understood who I am. And I haven’t realized that there are so few so who did that for me, made me feel seen and understood. Like my problems mattered. As if what I said had meaning. That my victories, big and small, were things I should be proud of.

While I regret so much of what happened between us, I am still grateful because you always listened. You were always there to comfort me. You never insisted on solving my problems for me but you were always ready to help when I asked for it.

You gave me what I did not know I need. Thank you for seeing me, for listening to me, for being there for me.

My love for you has faded many years ago, but the good things you did for me will be forever in my heart.

Love,

Ria