I’ve been seeing ads for your company everywhere.

I can’t help but hope that this is what you wanted. I hope that all the years we’ve known and talked to each other, that in deciding to phase me out all together, this is ultimately what you wanted or needed.

I hate the fact that you still had hope in me. I hate that I feel like you should’ve known better; that you should’ve seen it coming.

I hate that you’re always just too late. That you realized it too late. I hate that it’s still in my voice whenever I talk to you or even talk about you.

I hate that I looked up to you and cared. I hate that I was even there for you at all because all you thought about was yourself.

I don’t know which is worse: You being an asshole, telling me to “shut the fuck up” or because of you, I miss 12 more.

It’s been a weird, growing, triumphant summer that I will deem unbelievable. More so than the summer we spent together baking cookies, playing DnD, having parties, expanding our musical abilities, staying up late, and learning about each other; not really saying much at all about what was happening.

I really appreciate all the time we’ve spent together, now that I’m with someone else; It just seems like I’ve grown up more than I realized or even really wanted to. I want to thank you for helping me realize that being childish with you wasn’t right. It was never what I intended to have in a relationship and I’ve learned now with someone else that acting childish with them is exactly what I meant.

I just wish that you and I could’ve been there for each other because I’m super stoked for you that you’ve gotten everything you planned for. But I guess it wouldn’t work since I’m too selfish for that.

I’m still sorry that we never could talk. I’m sorry that you can never be there anymore, but I’m sure we’re both glad that it’ll never happen again. 

Hope everything is fine on your end; I miss everyone and wish you could give them my love.