It’s me again. I hope you’re doing well. I’m still hurt, but it’s getting a little bit better. It’s been two months, and still nothing. I made the decision to delete everything; all forms of communication with you– to be fair, it’s not like you were coming back anyway. I’ve made peace with that. I’m finally okay with you being gone, I’ve given myself the answer to all of my questions.
I think about you from time to time, and there were definitely times when I felt like I wanted to talk to you so bad, about things. Anything. But I’ve accepted the fact that you’re gone and you’re never coming back. I miss you, and I am allowing myself to miss you… I hope you’re happy, wherever you are.
Maybe next month, on the third month, I’ll write again. Who knows, maybe it’s going to be the last time I write to you before I completely let go. Maybe I’ll keep writing month after month, until I can’t bear to write to you anymore.