Hey.
It’s your birthday. Congrats I guess. There’s a lot of things I want to say. I haven’t thought about you in months but I walked by the other day and saw you in the window of the shop. Surprised me.
I miss you a lot and hate myself for it because why, what's the point. It’s not like I want you back because frankly I don’t. I could never allow myself to let someone who fucked me over so badly just back in. But I want to be friends.
We tried to, I know but that was when things were still raw and we fought like hell. Part of me misses that. It was toxic but it was almost safe yknow like I knew I could count on it. I mean we were nothing if not consistent.
I have a lot more to say but I don’t have the energy to find the words.
I love you