I wrote you a letter. It came out long, sincere, almost painfully honest. I told you how much I missed you, how I longed to see your name among the new messages, how jealous I was of your silence.

I wrote how you had changed me without knowing it. How your every word stayed in my head for days. I even added an old picture of us laughing to remind you of what was once easy.

But I didn't send that letter. It's sitting on my phone in my drafts. Because maybe we shouldn't go back. Or maybe you've already forgotten. Or maybe. maybe I'm just afraid you won't write back.

But you know, that letter helped me. Sometimes all you have to do to let go is just say it out loud once. Even if it's to yourself.