Dear ___,

I wrote something about you

Actually, i do that a lot..

About how in the back of my mind i still think you’re the wonderful person I’d hoped for you to be when i was young,

but in reality you weren’t

not then at least

but i wouldn’t know now would i?

You left, but i suppose that’s okay, right?

Did you know that i really enjoy writing or how i light up when i get a pen and paper because i know that it’s my time, i can’t be bothered.

The world is just a dream when I’m writing,a blur… simple as that… you know?

Or maybe that doesn’t make sense to you through the distance in our lives that you have created for us

so i guess it just doesn’t matter?

Maybe that’s just right.

I guess i finally figured you out.

It only took 11 years longer than it should.