It is still hard to believe that more than three weeks slipped away, mostly in the midst of my absence. Everything passed so quickly that I hardly capture many of those moments. And yet, when beautiful moments are no longer just digital files to be scrolled through, the memories that remain in the mind become truly priceless: the rainbow on the way to padel, the sunset by the beachside restaurant, the waves of music on Purple Friday, and the cold wind at the top of the mountain during the hike...

Usually, I have many words for those I am about to part with, but this time I find myself vocally holding back. I guess it is because I trust you so deeply. I do not seem to find that much I want to tell you, and I simply feel that you do not need me to say too much.

In any case, I genuinely believe that it was your presence, your "aura", that changed the atmosphere in Banana House. What you call social anxiety should not be in your way, because your existence itself carries meaning. You do not need to keep quietly giving of yourself by constantly observing the subtle shifts in the room. As I told you, you ARE already worthy. You can freely invite anyone to go to the gym with you, to have a meal, or to watch a film. No one would ever say "No" to a sincere invitation. I am a living example.

I can't, and I don't feel I'm entitled to, tell you what you should be. But if I could turn time back to that first evening, I would look at your chart (which may not be accurate at all) and say to you that I do hope one day you do not need to struggle so hard against the traits that the environment once placed upon you. You can always move along your own path slowly: to feel, to reflect, and then to anchor yourself to your purpose. You are absolutely allowed to tell people how you think of them. I'm grateful that I got to hear the words you wrote down in your book, so I know what you have in mind is genuine and authentic. I am sure whatever you want to tell people will be the same. They would like to, or even need to, hear that.

I always observe in the corner. And through the incomplete fragments of memory, I saw the lights in your eyes — deep, vivid, and full of wonder. And I hope they last. People enter our lives, and they say goodbye at the moment that suits them most. Some set out on another stage of their journey. Some ascend and travel beyond the other side of the galaxy... Everyone carries their own calling. To have met at all is already a kind of fate. Thank you for walking this part of the journey with me. Hopefully we see each other at another corner in the world.

All the best,
Matthew 云浩 🩵