It was a good run.
I adored you, countless times that you didn’t know.
You were the what might have been.
I know you’re not hurting and maybe that’s good,
but I just hope you heal in the time to come
and love yourself.
And only yourself first.
This will be the last time I write to you,
but know that I’ll still stay by as a friend.
I hope you come to enjoy the warmth of the sun rays seeping through after each rain.