Move

Took me a while to post this up.  I've had it as a draft for... two weeks, now?  Yep.

Annoyingly, Ariana Grande's "Thank U, Next" is playing on an internal loop.

 

I've had days to think this through. To process the grief, to guilt myself with the biggest secret I've kept from my family for over a year.  It's a gutshot, to be plain.  Because it was abrupt.  But I know you.  It must have killed you inside for you to make that decision.

I understand.  I want to liken my friends and say that I can't fathom it, but I get it.  To that extent, I do know you.  As a results, I can feel you, too.

I'm saddened, but I'm also hopeful, optimistic, and passionate for the future.  In the recent days, I've learned to appreciate how much I've grown when we were together.  I hope you had the same sentiments.  

You've always had my back.  Even when I'm feeling down and stressed out post-us, I can hear you cheering me on.  It's not a yearning of what it could have been, but an appreciation of what was made.  

Thanks to you, I can love someone else. I love you, until I eventually don't. I honestly hope you feel the same.  You take care, now.

Thank U, Next - Ariana Grande

Midnight - Tor Miller