You left me almost five years ago. It was messy, I know.
I don’t miss you anymore. The thought of you doesn’t haunt me like it did in the beginning. Yet, not a day goes by that I don’t think about you. And not necessarily you as a physical entity, but you in the ways that you shaped me to be the person I am today. Whether you know it or not, you helped me grow up.
We don’t talk anymore. And I can’t remember the last time I saw your face. All I really know is that we couldn’t stay friends for a reason. Even though I’m still unsure what that reason was, I know in my heart that we never would have worked.
So, to get to the point: Thanks. For every second you spent with me. For every kind gesture. For every time you loved me. I hope you’re doing well, and that you’re moving forward in your life.