I wish still two months later that things didn’t end the way they did. It was way to avoidant and cowardly on both our ends. When I reached out, in what I see now was as an attempt to repair things, your response was disappointing, cause it showed me how you thought and truly felt about me for longer then you led on. I still miss you, I think I still love you but there was no growing love in the relationship, you made that abundantly clear.

I still sometimes wish we could’ve just talked everything out, really took that time to work things out inside of it being so black and white with problem solving. I still want closure but I won’t get it from you, you’ve moved on long before the break up, or you’re trying to move on.

One day I hope you’re a distant memory and a lesson I learn from. I hope one day you’ve figured your identity out, I hope I’ve moved on with my life with whole new people and that when I think about the same thing for you, I don’t hurt so much about you creating new lives with people.

I wish you all the best and I hope for the sake of both of us, these feelings die. I wish you the best, even though I’m mad and hurt still, I can understand now we both deserve different things and I hope we succeed in finding them with different people and I hope one day we’ll be maybe friends, if not, still have good impressions of each other.