For All the Good Times

Thank you. Thank you for being in my life. Thank you so much for letting me go, for setting me free. But most of all thank you for all you did, for all we lived, for all the things we experienced together.
There is no way to explain what I did. Even I don´t know what went wrong. Was it the distance? Was it boredom? Was it just me pulling one of my stunts? Somewhere along the line I turned into a stranger, a stranger to you, and a stranger to me.

Will I regret it? I don´t know. I don´t regret what we had, what we did. I don´t regret all the love I felt, all the love I gave, all the love I recieved. I will never regret that. You won´t get closed away in my memory box, because you are right there. And I hope to God you will still be there, when I turn around, when I need a friend. Because I will. I´ll be there. Of course, saying this, I know I have no right to ask you to be there. You need to go on, and maybe to go on, you need to leave me behind. I know. It makes me sad, but sometimes, we have to let go.

See, you say you don´t know me anymore, that you think you never really knew me. Let me tell you, you knew me. You still know me. I bet, if you look at me, you can see right through me. You always did. Believe it or not, that´s my truth.

And some day, if you ever forgive me for being who I am, you will let me be your friend. I need you. Sometimes I just want to pick up the phone and call you, just to hear your voice. But how can I? How can I do that? I can´t just phone and say "Hey, how you doing? Everything good?". That is silly. I would feel silly.

I didn´t mean to hurt you. But I need to do what feels right.