I'm sorry that we couldn't be friends after we broke up, and I've finally forgiven you for all those awful things that you said and did in the end. I wish sometimes that I could still have you in my life and that you could have seen the woman I ended up becoming. I wish we didn't have to hate each other. But I also wish you had stood up to me with your cousins and that you hadn't lied to me about that boy after we broke up. I also wish that you didn't continuously try to hurt me after the fact.

It's been so long since I really thought of you that I actually forgotten your last name for a bit. Weird how that happens.

I like to think that as a friend you'd be really proud of me for where I am now. I'm sorry I didn't end up being the "guy of your dreams" after all, and I'm sorry that I hurt you when I came out. It never had anything to do with you and everything to do with me. I knew you weren't going to stay so I didn't even really try. I just wanted you out so I could move on.

You'll be happy to know that I'm no longer in contact with my psycho family, and that my cat is a healthy and happy little asshole.

One day we might cross paths again. Or we might not. Who knows. But I forgive you and I hope you've forgiven me.