There are some things I never had the chance to tell you before I left. I love who you are. You’ve become a beautiful person, but sometimes you have to look at who you really are. You know; the past. You must cherish who you’ve become to ensure she doesn’t come back; the girl who made you depressed and miserable. I know she’s gone but I can tell she’s coming back; slowly but surely. Just know that she can come back just as fast as she left.