Dear Andrea,
Words will never be able to express how blessed I am to have such a caring and loving friend like you in my life. I still remember the first time I saw you and you were all loved up with Luca, who didn't want to answer no questions whatsoever about who the sexy mysterious brunette was. And then I got to officially meet you. And we clicked instantly. Your soul is just as beautiful as you are and the love you have for Luca, and how caring you are with him, it's what really made me like you. I'm incredibly sorry that life is making us part ways, but I hope that won't change a thing between us. Thank you for all the good moments we shared together and I hope we'll meet again.
Love,
Irina
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Dear Luca,
I know you probably hate me right now and I know I haven't given you a proper goodbye, and for that I am sorry, but I can't do that. Because leaving you behind is the worst thing that could ever happen to me. And maybe the reason why it hurts so much, is because our souls are connected. I don't know if I ever told you this, but you are my soulmate. Maybe you always have been and you always will be. Maybe we've lived a thousand lives before this one and in each of them we've found eachother. People tend to say it's difficult to find a male best-friend with whom we don't fall in love in this era and age, and maybe they're right. Because even if I haven't fallen for you romantically, I still have. I want to thank you for always being there for me, for always taking care of me and for always accepting me and my dumb choices. Thank you for all the good memories, for the laughter, the crying, the telling off and the sarcastic comments. I can't even remember how my life was before you and I don't even want to imagine how a life without you in it looks like. We'll find our way to eachother, that I can promise. I love you endlessly.
Yours,
Irina.
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Dear Pierre,
You're probably going to have a massive shock and try to kidnap me when you're going to be returning from you holiday and read this letter, but I'm returning to London. You were my first friend here and I want to thank you for being so welcoming. I want to thank you for always making my evenings better and for making those damn good croissants. I hope you end up opening your own restaurant, the one you always dream about and when you do, I'll be your first customer. You take care of yourself, and never change.
Love,
Irina.
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Dear Kylian,
We started on a damn right foot but then everything went left. Just like you when you play football. Don't know if you're going to score with the left or right foot. And I know that not because I'm your fan, but because I have nephews, just like I told you before. So make sure that head of yours doesn't get even bigger now. Even though we had our ups and downs, I enjoyed every single moment we shared together. And for that, I want to thank you. I'll very much miss your stupid remarks and that arrogant smile of yours, the way you understood me and the way you'll sit there in silence with me. Maybe if we met differently, your little fantasy could've became real. Maybe in another lifetime. I need you to take care of Luca and Neymar now that I'm gone and to promise me that nothing will break you three apart. Not even me. Can you promise me that? Well, I'm not really good at these things but take care of yourself and I hope that we'll bump into eachother again. Farewell my golden boy.
Yours,
Irina.
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After I packed everything last night I couldn't sleep. So I decided to write a few letters for my dear friends. I left Andrea's, Luca's and Pierre's in their mailbox, while I posted Kylian's.
