Take Care of Yourself

I'm sorry for the state of how we've become. There's no real way of knowing how you've been without asking. Because of our history, for both our sake, I won't... even if I want to. We made mistakes. I made mistakes. I don't expect your forgiveness. The hurt we both caused is patched up on my side. It still lingers, but it doesn't bother me. What's past is past. I understand why you did what you did. Whether I forgave you or not isn't your problem. What matters is if you forgave yourself. I really hope you are doing fine. I read that you were leaving. In a way, you are already thousands of miles away, but you will be leaving soon. Wherever you are, take care of yourself.

I'm done.