Uhm, hey. To the old me, the 15-year-young me. That boy, yes that boy you expected to have gone after like 3 months, yes that person who made you cringe but you always look forward to… yes, that boy… even after two years, it’s all still the same. So if you wish to get rid of him, you won’t. Because my dear, I don’t. He’s your best friend. Don’t know what’s ahead but well, I wish he stayed. Do you?
Ah, hey! It’s 19 year-old-me. He doesn’t stay… and I still don’t have a clue on why. But he’s still my best friend! And I still wish he stayed.
I’m almost 20 and I still love him just the same. We no longer talk and I have no plan in the neae future to, but he still lives rent-free in my head, but luckily not messing with it. I can deal with this, don’t worry.
I am 20 now. Nothing changes, both mu feelings and our not-speaking-terms. That’s fine. I deserve this.
hey, today I am 21. been through all those denial anger bargaining depression and in between, back and forth, back to back time and again. it's the end of August 2022; 5 years and half since our first conversation.
and hereby I declare: here's my acceptance.









