Letter to a boy II

I thought of you last night when I was suddenly reminded of the best fried chicken in the world (a place in Indonesia) - You'd totally forget about KFC if you had tasted this stuff.

I wonder what you'd think of me now, made so miserable by 1 (one!) boy. No doubt you'd have thought me a fool, though maybe you've changed. Or maybe you'd have some compassion, like that time we took P for lunch to cheer him up. You always thought I was a little too soft for my own good though.

I remember a while back wishing I could introduce you to him, to know what you'd make of him. I'm sure you would have found him agreeable if only because he was important to me. I think you would have respected him if you had come to know him, he really is a good guy, however I think you'd laugh at his vanity. I did. I think you would have been surprised to see me with him. But then again, you always knew my feelings almost before I'd discovered them.

I heard you've been back home and are now in London, has it changed you in any way? Are you any less cynical about people? How do you take to life in a big city? I bet you're surrounded by geeky CS friends. University is a good place to meet people with common interests. What about clubbing? Do you stil not dance or have you actually learned to let go? Do you find it possible to get drunk now or have you given up trying?

Have you fallen in love? Did you make the same big (stupid, you would've called it, brave I would've said, both agreeing with the other) leap I did and let someone in to your heart and change your life? Someone you couldn't just shut off and walk away from? Has it been successful thus far? Could I meet her someday? She must be an extraordinary person to put up with you. :) Even more extraordinary to deserve your love.

As always I hope you are happy. I hope the change of scenery away from that awful place brought some peace and happiness, it certainly did me. I hope you are having fun and doing what you want to do.

I have a feeling that if you wanted to, you'll find this long before I could ever find you. So, as it has always been, the ball is in your court. If ever you want to talk or catch up, tell me how stupid I have been, abuse me, send me a random internet joke, or even apologise (you're already forgiven but it might be nice), you know where to find me.

Always,

me.