I don't know if I'm being stubborn, and I don't understand what stubbornness is. I only know that if I hadn't accidentally met you that day, my life would have been incredibly dull.
You know, before I met you, my life was just going to school, coming home, and going to school again. It was so boring, wasn't it? Back then, I only knew I was living because my heart was still beating, I knew I had to live, but I didn't know why I was living. Then one day, I accidentally met you, and that's when I truly knew what it meant to live. I still remember that night, a rare cool evening amidst the sweltering summer heat. I accidentally caught your radiant smile and wondered why someone could smile so happily, so joyfully. I felt curious about you, then intrigued, and then familiar. I gradually learned more about you, about the group, about everyone's efforts to overcome the darkness, about the hidden aspects behind the spotlight on stage. I admire you for having dreams to strive for, for having a purpose to exist, for having six brothers by your side whenever needed. I wished I also had motivation, dreams, and wouldn't be so alone. And then I found motivation for myself: the love of everyone around me, my own love, and your love too. Perhaps, at the crossroads of choice—either solitude or living life to the fullest in my youth—I knew which path I should take.
By writing all this, I just want to thank you for not giving up, for getting up and moving forward even after stumbling and falling, for giving me motivation and helping me rediscover the lost feelings in my heart.
Hanoi, August 12, 2021