You always looked at the world from a different angle. I could never have thought the way you did, nor would I have wanted to, but listening to your perceptions certainly expanded mine. And I think that understanding more about other people helps me to understand myself better.
Even now, I can only think of you with very strong mixed feelings. At times, I had a lot of fun with you, and I learned a lot from you. But at the same time, there was so much that went so drastically wrong. There was so much hurt on all sides. And just as the happiness cannot be forgotten, neither can the pain.
We were all so young, so confused. So many things were handled wrong. The only thing I'm proud of, out of the whole sordid tale, was that we kept it from spreading. After your year abroad, you got the chance to come back and start mostly fresh. Those who hadn't been there at the time knew only that there was past history which made things awkward, not the details. I worked very hard to make that happen. After all, just a month in Egypt had made a huge difference to me, so it made sense that a year in Germany could make as much or more to you.
And you and I managed to establish a tentative friendship again. We were both afraid to trust and open up, and we were both haunted by our memories. But we were both made the effort to meet each other halfway for a little while. That doesn't sound like much on the face of it, but it's an accomplishment I feel we both deserve to be proud of.