It's been a while, I do not miss you, but I know you miss me. I grew as a person and learned to let go. It was probably the worst kind of pain I had to go through. Forcibly letting someone you truly loved out of your life. I thank myself every day for being strong and for letting go when I needed to the most. I am still hurt, but eventually, I will grow and learn that you are not my genuine person. I still believe that somewhere in you, you're still the boy I first met. But I now know otherwise. And I'm happy I do because if I stayed, I would have gotten hurt even more. You may not have been a blessing, but you were a lesson. You taught me the worst kind of pain. And I'm still upset about everything you put me through. Yet, I forgave you because I was the bigger person. You stooped so low by making these immature decisions. You lowered the bar by a lot. And you still miss me? That's absurd. You have zero right to want me back, not after what you did. You hurt me. But, as I said, I still forgave you. I never want to hear your name, ever.