I'm the same scared little girl I was six months ago when I bucked up the courage to speak to you.
I was so happy.
Then it came crashing down because of my stupidity.
I'm glad for the time we were friends.
I do miss you, at times.
I wish you the best.
I see when you're sad and I want to be there for you, but you asked for space and I'm giving you that.
There's a little pang in my chest when I see you because of memories and such. I hope you're well.
I hope you're happy.
And if you're reading this, I'm not asking for acknowledgement.
I'm asking for you do be happy in whatever you do and enjoy your life, but remember us, a little.
