Finally met you again. No one reads this blog and it's even more unlikely that you will, so being the cowardly me I shall write what I wanted to say to you all this while here, instead of gathering the courage to say it when we were face to face.

You were like a breath of fresh air when I first saw you. I imagine you rolling your eyes and saying 'lame' after reading this but it's true. Maybe I'm romanticising vague, rose-tinted memories but indulge me while I reminisce.

You were my first new friend in a new environment. A place that seemed so foreign to me, but with you it was a little warmer, and little more cheerful. Bubbly and easy going, you made me feel comfortable and welcomed. You talked to me while I sat there mostly silent, not because I was bored of your company but being the awkward me I just didn't know what to say.

We drifted apart and talked less and less because the stupid me was unwilling to invest time into a friendship I should have cherished more.

I didn't ask for a photo, because I felt that you should be left in my memories unaltered as something precious I hold dear.

I didn't say goodbye, but see you instead, in the hope that we would meet again. But as soon as our paths split, I felt a sense of finality, a sense that this might be the last time I would meet you.

As we depart for different places hurtling towards our separate futures, I just want to say thank you for everything. What you said to me or did with me are things you probably do not remember, but I will.

I would have sent you off if I wasn't going off on the same day. I didn't even ask you for your skype id, so contacting each other will probably be quite improbable. It's probably better this way anyway.

In any case, I wish you all the best.