***The social anxiety part of me says that I need to put a disclaimer before the following letter because, to me, it sounds so serious. Don’t worry, no one died, and I’m not quitting writing. I don’t want to make anyone feel bad. This letter is just something that I needed to write.***
I’d address this letter to you, but I know it won’t be read by you. I can’t claim that I don’t think about you often. And I miss you more than words can say. Most of me understands that I’ll never have you back, but part of me still believes that I can.
I often find my mind drifting to the past. I think about the times when everything seemed great. Happiness seemed abundant, and the future was full of infinite possibilities, nearly all of them good. Continue reading