I think of you with so many things. My parents are leaving for a few weeks, the home will be to myself and I just think about those summers with you. But I stop myself by thinking about how quick you were to try and replace me. I also wish it could have been different. I wish we had more time. But after all the things I have seen and heard about you, I feel like going back would be harder because you made me see you so different. I’ll just savor the bittersweet thoughts of how we could have enjoyed this time but can’t. It is what it is. I will continue trying not to hate you. I still wish you the best from a distance.
