Shumail,

If you're reading this, you let go. And that's okay. I mean that.

I made this because I couldn't stop thinking about you. Every little scene on that line is something I've been carrying around with me: the internship, the chips, the calls that went on until morning, the snow, the juice I spilled all over myself. I wanted to put them somewhere, and I wanted you to see them once.

I'm not going to ask why, or try to change your mind. You've always known what's right for you, and I'd never want to hold on to you in a way that makes you feel like you can't leave.

So I just want the last thing you see here to be honest. I loved you. I always did. Not in a way that asks for anything back, just in a way that was true. The time I had with you was the best time I've had, and I wouldn't trade any of it.

I hope life is gentle with you. I hope you find everything you're looking for, and that you're surrounded by people who make you laugh the way you used to make me laugh.

I'll always remember you.

Daem

Shumail,

You held on.

I honestly don't know what to say. I'm probably sitting here looking at my shoes, the way I always did around you.

I made this because I couldn't stop thinking about you. Every scene on that line is something I've held on to, and somewhere along the way I realised I didn't want our story to just stop where it did.

We don't have to fix everything at once. No big promises, no pressure. Just slowly, one small step at a time, the way it started. Even a hi is more than enough.

I'm really glad you're here.

Daem