My dear Nick. It has been over two years since I last saw you. So much has happened for the two of us and yet, here we are.

You were on the middle of your great adventure, I was planning mine. Yours had a lot of ups and a few downs, I ended up leaving mine to live a love story. And now your words resonate over and over: “I’m proud of you for being such a resilient woman and inspiring everyone around you”.

I have admired you since day one. And I do and still will, till we are both old and grumpy and tired. I admired you two years ago because you did something I so eagerly aspire. I admired you for your love for life, teaching and discovering. I admire you, because I know you are this amazing guy. I’ll always.

And here we are, my dear friend. Trying to cope with the things we know we can’t talk about, we just can’t. Rather it’s because it hurts too much or we feel people don’t want to hear, yet again, our questioning. The same old questions we ask, over and over again.

I hope, an year from now, we can sit together again. In Brazil, Australia or somewhere between. I hope I can see that smile of yours – so passionate, so full of life, so happy.

We will love again, I’m sure. We will once again fall into that great amazing and scaring cliff of love. And I know right now this sounds a bit shitty and overly optimistic, but we will. I know this is the last thing crossing your mind and I know you feel like you need to shut yourself from the world because the pain is far too unbearable.

You have one of the purest hearts I’ve ever encountered! And I know, from the bottom of my heart, that you will love again and all this pain and darkness will fade and you will remember this last love with a smile on your face. Be brave, my dear. Face it again as you have faced your greatest adventure. Love, in the end, is the greatest adventure of them all.