That brief moment when…
the thought of someone you once loved comes back wandering into your mind.
It’s been over a year and some odd months now. I haven’t really spoken to you at all and all I want to say is, “I’m happy for you.”
After all the other times of contemplating about what we’ve been through and how long we’ve known each other; how close we used to be and now how distant we’ve become. We were different then. I was different then. You were and still are beautiful; rough around the edges, soft and warm inside, flawed, thoughtful, yet genuinely a definition of a strong woman. And to think the only reason why I’m revisiting the situation is simply because a mutual friend retweeted you and you magically found yourself on my timeline. Aint that something. It took me a year and some odd months of being single to realize that despite our entire situation you were good to me. I’m happy to see you are doing well. He’s a lucky man.
