My dearest Rochéveil, I never imagined that we would come to know each other for a year, or perhaps even longer. It feels like so many parts of me have grown alongside you and so many memories that you helped me keep in the old parts of my mind, that I know I'll carry with me for a very long-long-time. And how lucky I feel, having you in my arms.

There was a time when I ran away from you, and when I looked back, your arms opened wide for me. And I knew, even then, that no matter how far I run—I'm always, forever, running back to you. Oh my spring into summer, how loved you are. How many people have found something to love in you, and how deeply, quietly, and dearly I have come to love you too. Let’s stay a bit longer. Let’s have more time together, more memories, more little moments that we can keep somewhere in the old corners of our minds. More and more, forever. (I miss everyone)