I have probably rewritten and deleted this message a total of 7 times. Meanwhile, I have given you over double that number in chances, which is way more than you ever deserved. This time, I am deciding to keep this message as is, even though I am unsure that you even deserve these typed words.
I can recall our many memories as if the years haven't passed. The laughs, tears, celebrations, and more are still embedded in my mind. Most are repressed now, and you rarely make way into my thoughts. However, when you do, I will not lie, a part of me still hurts, and I miss you. That's the worst part. You were in my life for a specific infinity, which I thought would actually last my entire infinity. You made it seem as though that would be the case, and I made the mistake of believing you.
Do I consider our time a mistake? No. You taught me things about myself and about life in general. I considered you a prominent figure in my life, at the time. Now, I do not even speak your name.
I've lost more than one person, as many other people have. Whether those people were friends, loved ones, or a person you had feelings for, they're gone. You know who you are. Simply forgetting those times we had is impossible. They are hidden somewhere in your memory as well, even though you will not admit it.
You made the choice to remove yourself from my life, and just recently, I have discovered that it was none of my doing. I am writing this letter for my benefit, and for the benefit of others who have lost individuals in their lives.
I guess in some fashion, I hope that you're happy wherever you are now. Just so you know, I am. Actually, I'm happier now than I ever was with you. Thank you for giving me this experience to know how to move forward when you lose someone. If anything, you've made me stronger.
This is the last time I will make any contact to you. Again, you know who you are. I may have lost you, but I found myself, and that's what is important.
Yours not so truly,
The One who Moved on.
