I know you’ll never read this.

You showed me this website so long ago.

I don’t think you’ve been on here in years.

I still have dreams about you.

I don’t know why.

Sometimes we’re friends again.

Sometimes we’re lovers.

Although I don’t think I want to be either of those things.

We sit around and talk.

About life, lovers, college, a multitude of things.

Conversations that’ll never happen.

I know I wasn’t healthy back then.

I know I apologized before.

But again, I’m sorry.

I hope you’re happy and healthy.

Like you are in my dreams.

I hope you’re healing like I am.

I don’t know why you did the things you did.

Or why I did the things I did.

I hope you’ve found someone.

Like I’ve found someone.

Who loves you like you deserve.