It's kind of nice to know that a person is still thinking of you after 8 years of separation.
In a different continent, that person still remembers who you are and actually gives an honest shit about you and how you're doing. That person e-mails you frequently just to keep in touch because they want to.
If only the majority of the people I met in the past 8 years were like that, I'd give everyone a chance.

Shit happens. Life happens.