To the ESFP girl who owes me a soup,

Stay safe, keep warm, and go to bed early.

You are a charming, delightful angel. You are a sight for sore eyes.

You brightened my darkest days, then left, but now I know better.

You always said that you didn’t want to be a rose, yet you are one. You're like the rose from “The Little Prince”, the one that doesn't want to go out into the world all rumpled, the one that chooses her colors with greatest care.

You wanted me to read and ponder the underlying love lessons in the book, but it was you who taught me the most crucial one.

Did you know I bought us matching mugs? Yours is unboxed, but mine never will be.

It's funny how I remember everything about you, but not your face and your voice. I call it involuntarily selective oblivion.

I remember you telling me you were once a shy girl who always tried to push herself out of comfort zone to new limits.

I remember you were going through an existential crisis and faced it fearlessly.

I remember all the little things you said, your school schedule, your sleep routine, your friends, and your startup.

I remember how we shared passions, talking about renewables, climate change, carbon credits.

I remember how your eyes sparkled as you talked about what the future may hold, however harsh and uncertain it might be.

I remember how starstruck I was as your eyes sparkled.

It's devastating not to have you in my life, but that's how life goes. You used to say, “All roads lead to Rome”. Maybe we must part ways and take our own roads for the sake of character developments.

One day, one saw Cupid’s carcass.

One day, one’s heart was torn apart.

May you find what your heart desires.