It’s only been a little more than two weeks since our last communication. It feels like months.
Of course, I watch for new messages but I think this time there won’t be another message.
I think I’m okay with it.
So much of our communication was absolutely toxic. Really, it was a friendship that never should have happened. If I’m thinking clearly, I understand that it’s better this way.
Still, I loved my friend. The good moments were glorious.
But I know this is right. It’s okay. I’m okay.