There is a version of me that only exists when I am with you, and I love him. I love our bi-annual rituals, one chapter written in Solo, the other in Jakarta. Watching you weather the storms and emerge stronger, wiser, and more graceful has been like watching a masterpiece unfold on screen.
Yet even the most breathtaking stories must reach their final frame. Good or bad, the resolution is just a matter of perspective. Looking back, my heart holds a mix of sorrow and deep appreciation. The irony is, I foresaw this years ago. In 2016, I wrote: "In five years time, you might just prove me wrong." You proved me wrong in every way, and I was just too late to realize what I had.
So, we step back into our separate realities, bounded by different time and space. I hold no bitterness—only anticipation to see you thrive in the future you deserve. I am proud of you, through everything.
P.S. I still keep your photograph hidden in my car's sun visor.
