I don’t really know if there is any point writing to you again. I remember writing my first letter to you many years ago. Has it been six years past? More or less.
Sometimes I don’t really know if you even exist. And if you do, where in the world have you been hiding all this time? Because I’ve been trying so hard to find you, and I’ve been through so many disappointing situations in my search. I’m extremely exhausted. I no longer want to move, because no matter how much I move, it seems like I’m not getting any nearer to you.
I am okay. I’m doing fine. Life is not perfect, and I do wish things could work a little bit better. But I don’t mind being where I am right now. And to be honest, I don’t need you. I’m confident I can make it on my own even if you do not exist. I can make things better, in time.
But how I long for you. How I long to find you and finally be able to show you all that I have saved up inside. I know that I have a worth on my own, but I have a feeling that it will be so much better to have you around.
Maybe you don’t exist. Maybe you are just a figment of my imagination and this search is all in vain. Maybe. But what if you do exist? That would be the sweetest discovery.