I miss talking to you. Like real conversations rather than just you wanting to get back together with me. I miss when you would tell me about the dishes you wanted to create for work and how you would help me learn how to cook for myself or the two of us. I miss spending time with you even though I know it's impossible now that we live in different states. I'm sorry that our last conversation ended so horribly and that we don't talk anymore. I wanted support and when you offered it, I rejected it because it seemed to me that it was another attempt at trying to get me back. I just couldn't handle saying no to you that one more time so I told you to hate me and now it seems like you do.

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Hope you had a good golden birthday this year without me. I wish I could go back in time to change everything so that I would be there with you but life isn't like that.