I have this fantasy where we both make the bad decision.
It starts with a text or call against your better judgment. And against my better judgment I answer.
And we do what we used to do when we were just kids, and we sneak out. And we go on our special lookout spot over the mountains. We would just talk, like we used to. We’d stay up until the sun rose, even though we both know we’ll be so tired the next day. But it would be so worth it.
I’d get to apologize to you for all the things I never knew to apologize for. I would tell you how grateful I am that you taught me how to love someone, even though I didn’t know how to do it right at the time.
Id tell you that even though I know we’re not right for each other that I’m so proud of you. I’m so proud of you for never changing even when I asked you to. I realize I couldn’t love you the way you needed me to.
And even though it hurt me so much to let you go, it was better for both of us. And I’ll miss you quietly from afar forever, but I am still so proud of you.
I will never reach out to you again, but I’ll always be rooting for you. I wish I could tell you I wish you the best, and I mean it this time.
All I feel towards you is gratitude. Thank you for everything.