dear ____,

I finally emailed you. I don’t think I’ve ever sent you an email like the other night. when I received your reply I was walking with my best friend on the street, I just started jumping and laughing and hugging her. people were looking at me. I was surprised that you replied to it in the first place but even more I was surprised at how open your email was. it made me realize there’s a reason we are friends for as long as we are. most people don’t make it through the first few months. I’m enjoying myself, really. I’m having the best time of my life and the fact that now I’ve stopped feeling strange about writing you an email, the fact that I know I am able to share all of this with you, makes me feel alive. happy. I don’t know if it makes sense.

we went to the beach yesterday, had another bowl of vietnamese soup together, walked around, caught the bus to the other side of the island and spent three or four hours just lying on the beach, dozing off, laughing and washing our feet in the cold waves of november ocean. friendships are more important than relationships. and I like that. after we got back to the city, we sat on the roof, it was cold the wind was blowing hard but we didn’t mind. both sides are covered in seasonal greetings, every single building in hong kong lights up with merry christmas wishes every single night. I am not a big fan, but it’s pretty enough to look at it.

I am not sure what’s the point of this letter. I guess I am happy and wanted you to know. but now you actually do know. I like the difference.

signed oscar wilde.

November 24, 2010