Dear You,
I don’t miss you the way people assume.
I don’t wish we were together again, and I’m not confused about where my life is going.
I miss the version of us that felt like home to each other.
I miss having a best friend who knew my moods without asking and laughed with me in ways that didn’t need explaining.
It’s strange to live a life now that once existed only as a conversation between us.
Some of the things I’m doing, I once imagined doing with you—and that realization still catches me off guard sometimes.
I want you to know that what we had mattered.
Not because it was perfect, but because it was real.
And I carry gratitude for that, even as I move forward without you.
I hope you’re okay.
I hope you’re finding peace in places I can’t walk with you anymore.
This isn’t a goodbye filled with regret.
It’s a quiet thank you—for being my person during a chapter that shaped me.
With care, always.
Hellem
