That’s it then?

The past 3 months have been the best I’ve had in a long time. Everything, from the way we first met, to the way we kept reaching out for each other was so easy. We never named it, but we got close pretty quickly. It wasn’t just the sex, although that was really something-raw and intense. I’d have kept coming back for that alone, but the real and honest friendship that developed between us is the thing I’ll miss the most.

You told me a lot of really personal stuff about your past, most of the time you made you the villain in almost every story. First, I want you to know that even if we never speak again, I will never repeat a single word you told me. Those are not my stories to tell. Second, I am so proud of you for getting here. Your 2 yr mark is coming up and I think you should acknowledge and celebrate it a little bit. I know you said it’s not really a big deal, but it absolutely is.

I would have kept coming over and spending the early part of the mornings and late parts of the nights with you forever if you had wanted me to. Listening to music, smoking, laughing…felt like being home. I’ll miss bringing food to share with you and the random 5am texts. You’ll find someone else that fits the mold you want and need her to. Someone that you find more feminine and attractive. Because even though I loved you immediately and did everything I could to show you that from the beginning, it turns out that I’m not really the kind of girl anyone falls in love with anyway. I wish that hadn’t come out the way it did, through texts while you’re manic. It felt even more soul sucking than it would have if you’d just said it to my face. What’s done is done now, it’s time for me to go. Thanks for the memories.