Honestly, I can’t say how I can put myself in your shoes because I tried so hard to, but I can’t reciprocate the same feelings you had. I’ve never encountered a person that I would wholeheartedly let myself be with so comfortably and I’ve never been passionate to an extent where I would give up my life for someone (I know you didn’t mention that in your words but I felt so). I can say that I couldn’t agree more with this companion of yours that said about this — raw. You did get me tearing up when I was in the midst of reading the book in the train. I’m not sure how often I get evoked when reading but this, this — I can’t explain it. It’s such a foreign feeling that I want to understand how can one be so hurt — a pain so elaborately portrayed in words. I admire you for writing a piece of your heart and gifting it to him. Especially when you started on a good note and you ended it just as well. I want to be able to provide you comfort but only He is the solace I believe you seek the most and need. I am merely a medium for you to let your feelings out and a warm embrace you can always seek out for. Be good to yourself — just as you’ve been good to others. I am absolutely enthralled to see you grow into someone much more passionate than today, even if you have given pieces of your heart to others — even those who deem unworthy of them. Lest, at least you’ve left a mark on someone. Pursue that rawness in yourself. You’re still an unpolished gem — it’ll take years but I know you’ll be a gem in which those who are important in your life will adore, admire. Love always, Fa.