Dear N,

I wish we left things on better terms. I stumbled upon the letters I wrote to you... And there was this one letter that I wish was the last one, unfortunately there were many more after that. There are so many memories that I wish I could just erase.

I wish I didn't get to see that side of you that I've grown to dislike. By disliking that part of you, I ended up subconsciously keeping you in that place where I keep things that I don't like. Goodness and now I even refer to you as a "thing".

I wish I could have just realized then what I know now. But things have a certain process that they have to go through, I guess.

I'm starting forget you. The only memory that's left are my scribbled notes... I sometimes feel like it would be so much better to wipe the slate clean and just forget everything for good.

...But I'm a sentimental soul. And I like to torture myself with the ghosts of my past.

How are you? I'm happy, by the way, if you care to know. Somehow regretful how things were blown out of proportion resulting in what we call now. But, my life in general, is pretty great. And whether it's 'despite' or 'because of' the fact that you're not around, I don't think we need to know.

...I just wish I left before it went bad.


As Always,
D.