So here we are. I have gotten a lot smarter when it comes to my emotions. Confronting him was hard. I'm just really awkward around him. I have good reason. We were in a bad time back then. When we were lovers. But I realized something. I didn't love you. I loved the thought of you. The thought of us. But sometimes things like this are fickle. I have feelings for the idea of us. But I don't actually love you. Maybe I did before. But I have realized my fiction. It was a big change for us. It was hard and fun. That was ages ago. Now I know better. And I hope you know the same.
