I thought I had forgotten everything about you. I saw you for the first time in ten years, and I hate to admit this to myself, as happy as I was to see that you're doing great, the aching memories inside of me couldn't accept it. It's been ten years. We've moved on, right? I moved back to the city during the holidays in hopes of starting again. New job, new friends, and no new distractions. What I didn't hope for is to see you, for the first time since we existed in each other's lives, happy with someone else. What I didn't expect was to feel this way, even after ten years. As we have changed, made mistakes, grown into the better versions of ourselves, seeing you accidentally with your new family truly made me realize many things I took for granted. You and I were so different, but I could not value the different world you introduced me to. I see it in you now, so brightly, and ever so enchanting. When you told me you wanted to leave your job to become your own inspiration, I didn't get it. When you told me how much you wanted to soar with the birds and learn to dance like the flamingoes, I didn't honour your freedom. When you showed me your artwork, your poetry, the silly songs you'd use to write, I truly didn't spend enough time appreciating you. I didn't care enough. Seeing you now, for the first time in a decade, I wish I could tell you who I saw today. I was inspired by you, your grace in your movements, the soft words you speak that reflects your kind heart, I saw a fulfilled canvas that was never blank in the first place. You were ready all along to make these decisions for yourself, and I realize how much time I have wasted pushing you back just because I couldn't see it clearly. This is my confession. Your happiness is valued, I'm sorry I was late.