A little bit ago,
I found a notebook.
And inside,
was notes from you,
the lyrics of your favorite song
sprawled out on a page,
written in blotchy black ink,
and a combination
of your messy but pretty hand,
and my sloppy one.
Random quotes from our time together,
staring at me.
Everyone asks me if I regret us,
and the answer is always no.
I'll never regret the times we had,
and I have let go.
Since then we've stayed friends,
and I wouldn't change a thing.
Just a little bit ago,
you messaged me.
Just a little bit ago.