Dear Ng.,

  I don’t remember everyone I’ve loved. But I remember who taught me silence, who made laughter feel unsafe, who left softness behind like a fingerprint. We live in a moment where everything seems to be passing away; not just people, but memories, moments, and entire seasons of our lives. The things we wish we had handled better. The people we wish we hadn’t pushed away. The paths we wish we had chosen differently. Sometimes I wonder if, had we managed things better, we would be living the lives we once dreamed of. But would things really have turned out the way we imagined? Yes? No? Maybe. What stays with us are the regrets, the pain, the time we feel we wasted, and even the pain we wasted. And the questions grow heavier with time: how do we move on from all of this? How do we forgive ourselves? How do we let go without feeling like we’re abandoning who we once were? How do we allow something new, something better, to begin? Do we still have the privilege of fulfilling...