it’s hard to find the words now that i’m over our situation. i don’t remember much of our past, just that i felt warmth; i found warmth in others though. when i initiated no contact (for real this time), i didn’t plan on ever returning— i still don’t, but i often wonder what it would be like if we reconvened. I know we could never be the same, that’s why i’m disinterested in seeing you again. i know you think about me too