I’m angry at you for doing it.

I’m angry at me for falling for it.

But unlike so many times before…forgiveness is easier. There is no reason to stew in this. There is no reason to react at all. All I can do is hope that we’ve both grown up enough to just let it go.

Because ultimately, this changes nothing.


Some days you’re the asshole.

Some days I am.

Today I think it’s both of us.

I thought about the possibility of your presence in my inbox, a new set of words strung together in hindsight.

I didn’t hate it.

I know it won’t happen. It shouldn’t.

I don’t hate that either.

But I do wonder what you’ve learned in the space between who you were and who you are.

I know I’ve learned a lot.

But there are some things I suppose I’ll never know.