We never dated, but I can’t seem to stop this growing attachment. I keep telling myself I’m over you, yet I still find myself replaying every small moment, and lingering on photos of you, your blue eyes my favorite shade. I’m sorry for removing you so many times. I was unwell and going through a lot, and I didn’t know how to handle my emotions properly. I rejected you twice and that’s my fault but we were young, I’d go back in a heart beat if I could. In another lifetime, I imagine being your ideal girl and reaching out. But that’s not this lifetime. You’ll probably never see this, and that’s okay. It just feels good to finally say it.
-M