Since we spoke last,
I dyed my hair twice.
And got a couple jobs.
And quit a couple more.
I nearly got a tattoo,
but settled on a piercing instead.
I signed a lease for my first apartment,
and changed my major back
to the one you talked me out of the first time.
I got lost a couple times,
and learned how to save myself.
I figured out how important real friends are.
I went on a few dates,
and said a few things I regret.
I missed you and scorned you
in equal measure.
And finally realized
that everything in life is a lesson.
I learned what I will and won't
accept anymore.
And I could probably kick your *** at Halo now.
I changed my music tastes a couple times,
and tried not to think of you.
I learned how to code websites,
how to smoke menthols,
and how to hold my liquor.
I learned how to get off my phone and
enjoy life once in a while,
because I don't have to wait for you
to call anymore.
I counted hours and stopped counting months,
and realized that those anniversaries are just
other days now.
And that's okay.
I realized that life goes on,
no matter how much you're sure it won't.
And that's okay too.
