Good luck EB

 Some moments in life stay with you, not because of their length but because of their meaning. Meeting you that day at Columbus Circle, sharing peach iced tea and easy conversation, was one of those moments—a fleeting connection that felt both simple and profound.

We only met once, yet you made an impression that has lasted far longer than the time we spent together. In those few hours, you showed me a kindness and openness that I’ll always appreciate. Life moved us in different directions—me back to Lahore, you continuing your journey in New York—but knowing that I held a small place in your heart, even for a little while, means more to me than I can put into words.

As you prepare for your surgery on Tuesday, I want you to know how much I admire your strength and resilience. You dedicate yourself to healing others, and now it’s your turn to be on the receiving end of that care. I know you’ll come through this stronger than ever, surrounded by the love and support you so richly deserve.

So here’s to you—your courage, your kindness, and your joy. While our paths didn’t cross for long, and though a part of me will always wonder about the “what ifs,” I am truly happy for the love you’ve found and the life you’re building. You deserve nothing less than the absolute best.

Thank you for the time you gave me, for the friendship we share, and for carrying me in your heart. I’ll be carrying you in mine on Tuesday and always.

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