Dear Levi,
I'm writing this from Dulles International Airport. That means I'm sitting in the Capitol City of the Whole World, and you don't even know my connecting flight to Frankfurt, then Kiev, will take me to the bus station that will drop me off home in Kharkov, eventually. I wish you knew. I wish you were here with me.
An airport is a good place for letters. Remember writing letters to each other during the long flights that brought us together for the first real time? I could never forget. I still have yours and keep it by my bed in Edmond. I cherish all my memories of you.
It is a daring thing to publicly publish this blog, but it's the choice I've decided to make. I hope someday you get to read this blog, and I hope you get to meet the girl that still loves you. And maybe reading her letters, like you used to love, you will fall in love with her again.
That is my prayer, and my hope.
Your star,
Rigel
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