J: A year later
It has almost been a year since your words pierced my ears and tore my heat. I didn’t deserve it and even though you had it coming, you didn’t deserve it either.
I miss your words. I miss your humor. I miss your like-mindedness. I miss your vocabulary. I miss your ability to understand me better than anyone. I miss your insight, your wisdom, and your comfort. I miss your generosity, your willingness, and your smile.
But I don’t miss your dishonesty. I don’t miss your deceitfulness. I don’t miss your bad influence, your drunkenness, the regurgitation of your fragmented thoughts. I don’t miss worrying about you. I don’t miss trying to understand your slurred speech.
But I love you, unconditionally. And more than anything, I forgive you for choosing him over me. Like I said last year, friends come and go. Add me to your list.
