if anyone read my writing from last year, they’d know I was obsessed with a guy 5 years older than me who was my closest friend. Sound shady? It was!

Long story made short, I ended up slowly pulling away once I realised how much it was messing with me, and now it feels like a small peice of my ancient history.

So he reached out today. Well, technically he’s been trying to reach out for the past month but this time I replied. I gave him plenty of opportunities to end the conversation on a good note, but he actually wanted to chat. Strange. We chatted back and forth for an hour, making jokes, catching up, and honestly? I ended the conversation because I felt like it was kind of lame. Once I was there, talking to him, I realised how rose tinted my prescription was on him. All this time, thinking there was something special, then in an instant just realising he’s nothing I dreamed him to be.

It was weirdly confirming for me, like I can keep going forward with out looking back at all.