Dear A,

Dear A,

Two years. It’s been two years since the fateful day. I still remember it all too clearly. It seemed like a normal day until the message that changed it all for a lot of us. I remember the sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach that I carried for days. Phone calls, tear, memories, photographs. Every memory is clear as crystal.

I wasn't prepared to like you when I met you the first time. You were dating one of my closest friends. She hadn't told me about you until a month after you both were dating. I wasn’t used to being shut out of her life and that too for a guy. I knew you had to be special for her to have done that. Would you be more important than me? Would we like each other? Did you like my friend? So many questions in my mind when I met you. But whatever baggage I carried before I met you, it all disappeared when I met you. You didn't try too hard to impress and were honest and genuine. 

Meeting you was like meeting an old friend and I hardly get that vibe the first time I meet someone. I got it when I met you. We were pulling each other’s leg the first time we met each other. My embarrassing nickname for you is still a well-kept secret.

Remember our last visit? I do. All too vividly. We met, you bought me loads of chocolates, we went to our favourite haunt. Ice cream followed with a long conversation at Carters. Our conversations were always punctured with laughter and lots of leg pulling. We left with promises of visiting each other now that we were closer distance wise.

A promise I didn't get to keep. You couldn't wait a month longer for me to visit.

All I am left with are photographs and memories. Our last conversation was just as weird as we were.  I have heard stories of you from a lot of people. Your childhood, your college days and your days with us. That’s the only way we can keep you with us. Re-telling the stories again and again. Sharing our “you” with the others.

K Jo, it still feels like you are in another city. And I will see you again soon. Whenever my baby looks over the shoulder, I feel like you are visiting me to check up on me. Don’t stop. When I met you the first time, I knew it would be fun to have you in my life. I just had no idea you would end up being my guardian angel.

-Me