(._.)
Finally some time alone tonight. I decided to open it.
I didn't expect to feel this way. After all I knew what it was.
There are many who helped me press on in this career. It's easy for people to show support when you have had some kind of achievement. It's hard to come by people who believe in you when you had nothing. Come to think of it... you were one of few whom got me through what I may have otherwise given up altogether.
Even when a then-good friend of mine told me I am not suited for the industry (and it did affect my morale), you told me to go for it. You didn't promise I would be successful, but rather it must be done in order to find my direction. You gave the most encouraging words in spite of not being a big talker.
You were the first to wish me luck, paper after paper. You were first to ask about my interview. Yup, casual gestures on your part so you will never know the weight they had. When I look at what's in front of me now I remember everything. I understand I might never have that part of you again. And it's really not okay.
