Dear you,

I thought about writing this letter to you while I was picking up dog poop LMAO.

I thought about how you were basically me in a male form, sorta kinda. I didn’t then and don’t, now, need a partner who was me in another form LOL.

I think about that time and how I don’t regret where I ended up. I’ve thought about how you must’ve felt during that time, but I don’t think there was such a huge connection to where I could’ve really known how you actually felt. Which is ok, because it doesn’t matter.

I feel like I should be sorry, but I’m not really sorry. I feel like we both ended up where the grass was greener. I guess what I do feel sorry for is how you didn’t get to fully know the person I was.

LOL. This letter is symbolic in the “what the heck even is this” type of vibe.

Anywho, this is me signing off.