Hey. I know we haven’t seen each other, or even talked, in a long time. I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately, and I want you to know that I miss you. Not like, “I regret what happened” or even “I want to see you again.” Just… “I miss you.” Full stop. It’s strange to think that someone I used to know so well is now a total stranger, that sometimes I go entire days without thinking of you even a little. Most of the time, I let myself forget. It’s easier. But then I find something, an old letter, a picture you drew and slipped into the pages of a book I haven’t read in years, and the full weight of what’s been lost comes crashing down on me. But this isn’t regret. We had reasons for ending it, and they’re as valid as ever, but back at the start, we didn’t need reasons for anything. It all just happened. We didn’t have common interests or similar goals, we didn’t even really get along all that well, but we didn’t need a reason to fall in love. We just did. The reasons came at the end, and everything that’s happened since has been all about reasons. And that’s good, it means one day I might find someone I won’t have to say goodbye to. But a part of me misses just loving someone and knowing they love you back, and that’s all. I guess what I’m saying is that I hope things are good with you. I hope everything is great. I hope you found a love that’s all the things that ours couldn’t be. And I hope I find that too. But a small part of me hopes that you still remember what it was like before all the reasons… … and that you miss me too.