Sweetheart,

It makes me sad to see you rushing around.

These few days I have been thinking about you, so I sought your situation.

You sounded tired.  You sounded depressed. One thing for sure, you looked professional but so haggard in my eyes.

But you try to hide it with anger.

I for one however could sense it. It has been 5 years, but I still could perceive you.

Perhaps, because I have seen you at your best.

Time did not allow us to say more.

But if I was given to extend time, I would have hugged you and tell you that everything will be fine.

That being a millionare would solve only small things, but never the substantive life changing motions.

That I could feel your feelings. A deep seated pain.

That while you're trying to escape by being involved in your job, you are avoiding your problems.  (We are all guilty here)

That I know that you love me too. You never tell me that anymore because you are so fucking scared of losing control.

Although we have departed from each other's lives, you are still in my heart. You have shared an extremely significant portion of my life.

Sadly fate decided that you and I only belonged to each other in that brief period of pure love. We were so happy. We were too happy because we built our own world & while other people were aware of it, we were so carelessly in love.

Fate has also taught me a very valuable lesson. Never say Never because Allah will prove me wrong.

Thank you so much.

How am I doing?

I met a nice man. He likes me, I like him. I still hate my last ex. I can never forgive him, but perhaps, like I said endless of times before, I will. I am trying to find an easy way to get rid of my unknown frustration. I have no clue what I am going for. Like you, I am getting involved with materialistic impulses. I am getting there.

What I really want to say is.

I miss you.

From me,

Your Soulmate.

PS: I love you.