Google it.

I searched your name in google again, just to see what you're up to.

Your hair grew. A lot. It doesn't look great.

I had a dream about you again, asking to rekindle us. To forgive you and start anew. It's been a while since I had one of those dreams, the ones where they're so much better than reality itself. Waking up shaking and crying, yelling at god or the universe or anyone who will listen.

But I'm learning to let go. I'm healing from you.

I'm letting people get close to me. Physically and mentally.

I'm letting people tell me they love me again.

I'm letting myself try again. Try anew. Try to love.

Let my heart be ripped in two.

It's funny. Because even though you're living the life we dreamed, I'm still glad I'm not you.