I want to hate you for the ways you treated me and how many times you hurt me without even knowing, but there are far too many happy times to make me want to forget about you. I still think about how we could have ended up every time I see you. It’s been two years but I still think about our anniversary each month. It would be 2 years and 3 months on the 12th if things didn’t end the way the did.
Who knew my childhood best friend and first girlfriend would turn into a stranger.
