After you disappeared 5 years ago, I went through all sorts of phases. I initially thought something was wrong – I even thought that maybe you got hurt, maybe you were dead. I searched online for bid you but your name did not come up anywhere. You’re very, very good at hiding your presence online. But I remembered your sister’s name! I found her pretty easily but I didn’t find you, only some picture of you on her Facebook dated 2 years after you disappeared from my life. At least I knew you didn’t disappear because you died… Today I was feeling lonely at night – almost 2 o’clock in the morning. So, again, as usual, like a quarterly ritual I wrote your name in Google and through a semi-free background check, I found out that your name really wasn’t what you told me it was. You shortened it. Because you didn’t trust me? It doesn’t matter now. Because I saw it. I saw that you just got married a few weeks ago. She looks so sweet and I hope that she can love you a lot more than I loved you; that she can treat you well, that you two be happy all the rest of your days. As for me, I cried, I was sad, but I have to let you go and I have to move on. Goodbye.