As some of you know, I was recently dating a guy from Korea. Unfortunately, he went back to Korea and he decided that a long distance relationship was not the way he wanted to go. Although I was upset, I am grateful for the time we spent together in London and while most people will regret everything in my situation, I don’t. I did doubt that a long distance relationship would work but I had the intentions of trying it but I suppose it really wasn’t meant to be.
Although we were aware that our time was going to be short when we started dating, I had a great time with him. I really enjoyed his company and I felt that we had a connection. I’m usually really awkward when there is silence, but I felt so comfortable with you.
I am far from the adventurous type but I was more open to trying things out of my norm with him. We went to Liverpool and Manchester on our last weekend together, you took me to my first football match, we went to my favourite museum, the theatre and would just hangout when we wanted to. You were really supportive when I found out about my mum and you asked about her progress almost everyday, as if you had known her. We had a lot in common that we didn’t realise. I loved the way you would ask me what I wanted to eat even though you knew I would always answer, ‘I don’t know, anything, I don’t mind!’.
Our time together was short, but our relationship meant more to me than any of my longer relationships. When I cried on the coach I must have really freaked you out! I’m sorry. =P I was emotional from lack of sleep and I kept thinking about the fact it was our last weekend together. I miss you but to have you as a friend is awesome and I hope we will meet again when I go back to Korea. I know time difference is a big problem and you are probably really busy but please stay in contact as often as you can.
The only thing I regret, is not telling you how thankful I am for everything you did for me and our time together.