I’ve forgotten what your voice sounds like. I’ve forgotten what your mouth tastes like. I am forgetting everything about you, yet you have been appearing in my dreams recently, which is causing me to miss you. Before a week ago, I hadn’t thought about you in four months. Funny how you can do that. Get over someone and then one little thing reminds you of them and the rush of love and pain and regret come rushing back just like it was yesterday that you last saw them. Don’t get me wrong, I still don’t want to be your friend, like I told you last year on my birthday, but I do miss the friendship that we had. Before you started manipulating me, before we were an “us.” I miss your friendship; I’m sorry the way things ended up. Sorry for your sake, and mine.