Moving on
Dear you,
The first time I bumped into you after months of no contact, I wasn’t prepared at all. You passed me. We kinda walked together with the rest. I took a quick look at you. I was surprised to feel.. almost nothing. We talked a bit. Laughed a little. Smiled at each other. I said bye and told you to have fun. You said thanks. Then we went our separate ways.
A few weeks ago, met you at the event. We talked a little, but it felt awkward, a little forced to me. I avoided you for the rest of the night. And I didn’t say goodbye when I left.
A few days ago, I asked you if you are free for lunch this week. You said you won’t be free. I said that’s alright, maybe another time. But I didn’t mean it.
On the same day (coincidence you think?), you passed me. Without looking at me and without acknowledging me. I watched your back until you disappeared from my sight. And I suddenly realized.. that didn’t even matter.
I think of you, but I don’t miss you. So cliche, but it is true that time does heal.
This is it, my dear. You won’t be hearing from me. I thought we could be friends, but I guess not. Such a waste because you are a great company. It’s likely we’ll still bump into each other. But truly, I feel nothing now.
Wishing you all the best. In your work (make real the dreams you have!), in life, and in love.
This is goodbye. Finally.
love,
me
