I know there’s only a slim chance that you’ll read this ~*gross*~ letter. I hope you’re doing well. We haven’t talked in ages, and I admit, I miss you. However, I shouldn’t miss you. You left me without an explanation which caused me to suffer but I forgive you. I don’t think you intentionally did this to hurt me, or maybe you did? Did I do something to upset you? If I did I am incredibly sorry, but I just wanted to be honest with you, to make you happy like you made me. Maybe it wasn’t the right time to message you, but is there really a correct time to open up? As Benjamin Alire Saenz once stated, “Living is an art, not a science.” You popped into my life at the most unexpected moment, brought me so much joy (and good music) into my life. I appreciate everything you did to cheer me up. I had no idea what a big impact you’d have on me. You made me appreciate so many things, which I never understood the purpose of beforehand, thank you for that. After you left, I finally understood that we didn’t need to talk every day, it was merely knowing you were around when I needed you. I would love to get back in contact with you if you’d allow me to because I am genuinely interested in hearing your stupid jokes and how your college applications went. Also, I have a shit ton of music to show you and movies to watch with you on rabbit. Happy Valentine’s Day, I wish you the best.
Featured image via Julia Danielska (myself).