Dear Person,

I thought that I had shaken all thought of you and that everything in me that bled any memory of you was gone but I was obviously mistaken.

“A drunken mind speaks a sober heart.” I wish that I could just chalk that up to myth and propaganda but it is probably the truest thing anyone has ever said. I find myself wanting to be around you and wanting to revert back to all that we once were - although, in reality, we were never anything more than a couple of nights. I tricked myself into feeling something stronger than either of us could have ever fathomed and now I am struggling to pull myself out of that. It’s tough. I don’t want to push you any further away than I already have but it seems like that is my one and only choice.

Actually, I think I want to just the opposite of that. I want to talk to you, to be around you, to get to know you on a level that I once did. I want to look at you and see my friend, not a bad memory. I’m done saying it. I’m don’t talking about it. I want to move past the mistakes of yesterday.