I guess I'm taking a big chance here; it's more than likely that you may never even read this, but I guess that's ok: at least I know I've written it. Anyway, a lot of time has passed since we last spoke, and they say time heals all wounds, so hopefully you don't hate my guts or anything now. Of course, I can understand if you do, but again, it's ok - I can deal with it. Anyway, it's taken me a long time to get to where I am now. I am able to sincerely think, wow, I'm not bitter anymore. I sincerely wonder how you're doing. I know you probably aren't going to be interested in whether I've moved on or not, but I felt this is something I needed to do. Sure, I could just let sleeping dogs lie, so to speak, but I thought hey, why the hell not. Step up to the line and do what you have to do. So here it is. I would like to think that we're both adult enough to accept what happened and be ok with it, because I don't feel any anger, towards you or myself anymore. I'll admit, I did, but now I feel like I'm a totally new person. I feel like some giant weight has been lifted off me, and I can finally look back at what we had and appreciate it.

As I said, you may read this and think, yeah, what the hell ever. You may not even make it far enough to read it, but if you do, believe me when I say I'm glad I had the chance to know you. I'm sorry that it ended the way it did. I'm the first to admit that I was an inconsiderate bitch, and I'm embarassed that I acted the way I did, but that's where I was at then, unfortuantely, and I apologise. This isn't about dwelling on the past though. We're probably very different people now. The girl you knew doesn't exsist anymore, metaphorically speaking, and this may not mean anything to you but I am interested in what you're doing now, and if you don't reply, that's ok, and if you want to tell me to go away, that's ok too. At least I know how you're doing. I just hope that whatever you're doing, you're happy, and you're with people who appreciate you.

I would like to think that if we passed on the street we could stop and talk and not pretend like the other didn't exsist. Maybe that's asking too much, but I've always been asking too much.