I have always loved your stories. Had it happened that we didn't meet on the first day and become seatmates, none of this would have ever happened. You wouldn't find your happiness in that organization, and I wouldn't have learned everything I know now because of you.
It was all so foreign to me. I wished that I could take on everything I wanted to do and set off to a world so unfamiliar to me. I had so many plans. Everything I wanted, I thought, was under my control. I thought the universe would side with me that moment I stepped in to college. But then I told you my dreams, you wanted to be there for me and so I let you.
You were with me for that first step. You didn't want it but then I told you to give it a try and you got in. I, on the other hand, didn't. I was so happy for you. I didn't think that I could pave a way for you to find your happiness. But then suddenly, you got so involved with it and everything you do or say has had a connection with something I feel like I was never going to have. I'm flattered that amidst the many friends you make, you still call me but what hurts is that you wouldn't have to call if I were already there with you. Suddenly, the people you meet and the stories you tell reminded me of my failure.
I choose to not walk away despite of what I feel because I know it's unfair. It's not your fault I'm feeling this way. I choose to listen to your stories because I love the way you relay the details and the light in your eyes when you talk about what you love and even the anger in your voice when you vent your problems to me. I choose to accompany you and be with the people you've met along the way because they're your people. Even if it hurts, I choose to be there for you because this friendship is worth it. You are one of the best people I've met and I want you to be happy.
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