I think I'm almost over her. I only am reminded of her name maybe once a week. It's been a few years so I am thankful for this progress.

I will always love her. But we could never work. And I accept that it's mostly my fault. Just being realistic that in any relationship it's a two-way thing of course. Though I've been tired of playing the blame game for a while now. In my heart I feel like I was the one who didn't deserve for it to work. I was the one worth leaving.

I haven't seen her face in a few years. I hope she is in good health and by now has found stability in everything. I know her life has been turbulent for decades. I want her to be good. And I hope she doesn't hate me or feel the bitterness anymore but that's less important than her stability.