Three years ago, you stopped talking to me. I received no explanation, I watched you leave; slowly, but surely.
I want you to know that I still think of you. How can I ever forget you? We’ve had so many memories together—the good, the bad, and the ugly—you’ve seen so much of me; and I, you.
I want you to know that I still care for you. How can I stop? Even though I don’t know what you’re up to any longer, I don’t receive updates from your social media, I want you to know that if you ever reach out to me again, I will be there for you.
I have slowly come to accept that I am not going to receive answers to my questions I have for you; I have come to respect that these are answers you do not want to provide me with.
Still, I have always remembered you. I have walked out of one of the most difficult periods of my life, and I will never forget how I would never have done it without you.
I write this not to seek you; I write this to celebrate you, to remember you.
I write this to remind myself, I still do care for you. There are many things I’d like to leave behind in the past; but you, I’d like to carry my memory of you with me forever.
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