Despite how we left things I still think about you sometimes. Its weird because I swear I'm fine and then the slightest, most random thought of you hits me. But it doesn't hurt like a scooter hitting the back of my ankle anymore and the pang in my chest doesn't ache as much when I think of your voice. In fact, I actually find myself being reminiscent now rather than resentful. That's the funny thing about the process of healing. You helped me feel that it was okay to be vulnerable and this is perhaps what I'm most thankful for despite the way things ended. You are a reminder that people may only enter your life to teach you something, and that is what echoed in the quake of your departure. So thank you.