I know this is arrogant of me to ask, but, hey. Am I really the best you've ever had? And maybe, the best you'll ever have? You once told me that I was. Would you look back and ask yourself in regret, why did you let me go?
I regret nothing.
When the pain is finally gone, only the memories of a happier time remain, and with that a feeling of emptiness ensues. I miss those times when I was filled. Filled so much that I could explode and leave this world happily.
I dream of a day when we can speak casually and go back to being friends. But for now, it doesn't seem to be possible as friends don't mistreat each other like this. I have finally accepted this.
May you find your own happiness. And me, mine.
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