I was surprised to hear from you. It’s been…six years or so. The first couple of years were rough. I went through all the emotions. I missed you, hated you, worried about you. I wondered where you were. Did you have kids? Were you seeing someone? I drove myself a bit crazy.
I’m not sure why you decided to reach out now. It’s very random. Did you finally come to your senses? Did you run out of options?
Curiosity is why I continued to speak to you. I wanted answers to the questions I have. It was interesting to get to know you again. Based on these same conversations, I’m not sure if I’ll ever get those answers.
The best thing about the breakup is that I worked on myself. I went to therapy to work on myself. Get to the root of why I put others before myself. It was rough, but I’m grateful I stuck to it.
These conversations showed who you really were. You haven’t apologized for your part in our breakup. Your excuse is that the past is in the past, refusing to talk about it. The problem is the past will continue to repeat itself when you refuse to acknowledge it.
I won’t hold onto hope that you’ll change because you won’t. You are who you are and so am I. What we have are memories of good times.
I wish you well.