I knew that I wanted to see you for the last time in Libis last night, but not in the way that I did see you. It never occurred to me that I would see you there at the JMA party, of all places. I think I forgot to tell you that my friend was the coordinator for that specific event.

I was surprised to see you there. Even more so with who you were with. Maybe you were with your office mates. Maybe that girl was one of your office mates. Maybe you just asked her to go with you to say hi. OR Maybe be you were out on a date. Maybe you were shy to tell me you were. This is what you get for giving someone the benefit of a doubt. You’re left with a whole lot of maybes.

You don’t need to explain. I’m not asking for an explanation. You don’t owe me anything.

The whole point of me wanting to see you last night was I wanted to tell you something. Something that I wanted to tell you to your face, not just through the computer or through the phone. But the way things going, it seems that I’m left with no other option.

It may seem absolutely absurd to you what I’m going to say next. Heck, I’m even surprised at myself. But I’m going to say it anyway.

I didn’t want it to happen. I wasn’t counting on it. But as they say, when you fall, you just fall. And that’s exactly what happened. I fell in love with you. Crazy isn’t it? Knowing each other over chat, seeing each other only twice (three times including last night). I barely know you. And yet, I do.

I know the next line. You’re going to say “ I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to give you the wrong impression”. Trust me, you didn’t. I chose to love you. And I don’t expect anything in return. Maybe I’m just convincing myself that I do. Maybe I’m just extremely infatuated. Maybe I just admire you. Or maybe I do love you.

I know I’ll never see you again. I know I’ll get over this. I know that the next girl that you’ll love will be lucky to have you. I know that girl won’t be me. I know that you’ll just dismiss this email. I know that.

And so you go. Show New York what you’re made of. You can make it big. I know you can.

They say what a person doesn’t know won’t hurt him. I say, what good is your emotion if you can’t express them?

I have no idea why I sent this letter. Maybe it’s because I’ve never been the type to hide my feelings.

I love you.

Goodbye.