Another letter to you,
Hey. It’s been a
while. I don’t know what has you on my mind, but I figured this was the best
way to, well, I don’t know…something.
I guess I really
just wanted to tell you that I hope that you’re doing well. I’m sorry that I
had to sever our connection to each other, but at the time it seemed like the
only option I had to gain sanity. And, I suppose, perspective. I didn’t want to
be your friend and pretending that I didn’t hurt wasn’t working. My resentment was
growing exponentially since I perceived that it was so easy for you to forget
that we ever shared anything intimate. I was angry, hurt, and lonely. I know I
don’t owe you an explanation; I don’t even owe myself one, really, but it seems
that I am unsettled if the words stay wallpapered to my mind. I feel, now, like
I can be your friend. It’s not that I’m asking because I don’t expect you to
accept that, but I want you to know, for whatever it’s worth – I miss my
friend.
I guess that’s
really all I had to say tonight.
I’m sorry.
Good night.
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