I find myself thinking about you a lot lately. At the most random hours of the most random days. And it hurts. A physical ache knowing I'm still in love with you and you have successfully moved on. I know I should be happy for you and wish you the best, even though it isn't me. And I do. I wish you every success and I hope she makes you just as happy if not happier than you made me. I hope she's the one you fall in love with for the rest of your life. I hope she doesn't hurt you, because you're too kind of a soul to damage. You actually have a beautiful soul. One that I fell so deeply for. The way the sun highlights your goofy personality is what sealed the deal. But that's "adulting". When you come to the conclusion that you yourself, are still in love. And that they are no longer in love. You are not evil and wishing failure on them. Instead you wish the best. Because they were the best to you. Psychology says that if you catch yourself thinking about someone a lot it's because they thought of you first. And I hope you think of me. I hope you reach out to me and tell me how you're doing and if you're happy. I hope that you tell me that you want to remain the best of friends because even though I'm deeply in love with you, you were still my best friend. And I truly hope that maybe one day we will find each other again at a different time because as some people say, maybe you were the right person just at the wrong time. I hope that maybe one day I'll be that right person for you. This isn't a goodbye to you. It's a "see you later". I want to see you again. When we're both mature enough to start over and continue our lives with each other and avoid all the bad things to come.