Ghosted and goodbyes.

Well you are gone like you were never here at all, but you didn't break me..
I love me. I loved you and i forgive you.

I hope you can forgive me. I wish you the best. I hope you succeed in your dreams. I've moved on. He's really great. He's 37. He has a kid. He thinks I'm great. I think i could fall in love. Which is weird because i still love you. But what we had was not healthy and that's why it couldn't work long term.

If ever you want to be friends. I'm down for that.

You are no longer my whole world. HAPPY birthday to me. Goodbye and best wishes.

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