Dear you, part II

I wish I could say "you didn't mean anything to me," or even, "you don't mean anything to me anymore," but even I can't convince myself of that (and I'm quite adept at self-deceit).

And I won't lie and pretend I don't sometimes wish I could change the way things happened. And I won't lie and pretend I don't sometimes wonder how I could alter our current state of affairs. And I won't lie and pretend that I'm not hurt by this, because I am, and I do, but with decreasing frequency.

But I'm okay. And you are, too. And I think that we are (or will be) okay, but perhaps not okay together.

So thank you, for helping me grow. I'm learning. I'm maturing. And one day, I'll stop running.

Affectionately yours,
me