So there was a guy I really liked. We had a good thing together. He's like another me but just in a different body. And maybe that's why it felt like we just connected really well. But then, he had to move to a different country. We agreed to go back to being friends because long distance was just way too risky, and I think both of us are counting on another chance just in case we're in the same place again. Last year, on Valentine's Day, I wrote him a letter. And now it's 14th Feb again, and I can't really do anything this time. And now I can't stop thinking about how it was all so perfect last year. We never really know the true worth of something until it's gone.