I meant what I said the other night about things being over between us except there’s one last thing I have to say before I move on with my life.
So this is to say thank you.
I know it sounds strange.
It’s not the kind of thing you expect to hear from someone after you’ve fail to meet them halfway but here I am.
So thank you.
It was nice while it lasted.
I enjoyed riding a bus forty minutes to see you and waiting another hour just to see you for fifty five minutes. I enjoyed arguing over the best way to spend fifteen dollars.
Thank you for picking up my phone call on the second ring the night my father acted so recklessly.
Thank you for offering me hope.
For giving me something to try for.
And thank you for being proud of me on the days when I wasn’t sure that I deserved the applause.
For laughing at my jokes and letting me read you poetry about old lovers.
Thank you for giving me a hand to hold.
For letting me believe in something.
I may not have grown to love you, but one thing is for sure, I adored you then and in my own ways, I always will.
I’ll remember you for all the goodness you carry on the inside, for all the light inside of you and even the darkness.
I know you could have never loved me. I know it’s not personal, we just happened to be born on different ends of a spectrum and that’s okay.
I knew you couldn’t ever love me but thank you for trying anyways.
Thank you for trying with me.
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