I miss you so much.

I’ve had alcohol tonight.

I think it’s pretty beautiful that my boyfriend doesn’t mind that I still have feelings for you. Or doesn’t seem to at least. You are an awesome person. I think about you a lot. I hope you’re happy. I’m happy, but I miss you. I miss living with you.

My boyfriend is great. You’d probably even like him, except that he’s quiet and you’d probably get jealous of each other if you met.

I’m so happy. I’d love to have the best of both worlds. I’d love to live where I live and still get to see you. I’d love to be able to explore who I am with other people though too, which is an incompatibility now.

I’ve met so many guys that are pretty shit compared to you. Guys that don’t understand that life is better when you care just as much about other people as yourself. I’m cutting them out of my life.

In the first few months we dated, I thought that all you cared about was that you got yours, and whatever else happened was whatever else happened. In the following three years, you proved to me that you did love me, that you did care, that love was important.

I love how we helped each other grow, and I miss you.

S