It’s been almost three years since whatever we had went to shit. Almost three years since I last talked to you, but no matter how hard I try to avoid it, news of you reach me, that’s how small towns go, you can never really escape them.
You graduated today and I wish I could tell you how proud I am and how I wish you well.
You look so happy, you look like your life is actually going well now and like you found yourself again. You’re still with him and that’s a bummer, but I guess he makes you happy and I like that for you.
I don’t really know how to feel about all of this. All I know is that I will never not care about you cause I will never not love you.