Hello, my old heartbreak. The one who made me feel like the most important thing at fifteen, the one who said he'd love me at sixteen, and broke my heart when i turned seventeen. The one who told me to "wait, I'll get you my jacket" when i was cold, but never did. The one who understood my need to write and draw and talk so much, so fast. The one who always came back but never stayed. The one whose presence i never looked for again, but always welcomed. The one who always made me the almost girl.
Hello, old friend. I don't miss you, not anymore. I also don't want you to come back to me, never again. I see you're finally writing another chapter of your life, it only took you eight years. But still, I'm proud of you. Congratulations. I mean it.
