We had a rocky past, and by rocky, I mean brutal. Somehow, there is something about you that will always be attached to me –a piece of my heart that you’ll forever hold, and that I don’t ever want back. Because when you have a connection with someone, it never really goes away.

I don’t regret you. It’s foolish to regret someone you once loved. It shows your weak character, and it’s exhausting trying to lie to yourself constantly, trying to bury an emotion that will forever resurrect, and to deny a feeling so real is pure criminal. Love doesn’t die; it just changes forms. With time, it matures to something unbreakable –a combination of understanding, friendship, and loyalty. You taught me everything there is to know about love, and I cherish it. You made me stronger. I may never love you again in that same way, and the past may have scarred me, but I definitely don’t regret you.

It’s been three years since you left me, but you never really left. Normally, because of what you did to me and what happened between us, I would cut ties completely, but I just can’t. There’s something about you that seems right. We were made to be something, even if lovers isn’t quite it.

You see me like nobody else ever has. You see my potential, who I can be. You bring out the ultimate best in me. You have been there through every high and low point, and you were always there when I needed you the most. You are my comfort.

It’s been six years, and you are still the only one that knows me like the back of your hand. The weirdest thing is that even after you break up with someone, they still have all of this leftover information about you. They still know your favorite songs. They still know your family’s names. They still know your favorite ice cream flavor and the weird dreams you told them about at 2am. They know what color your room is and your favorite TV shows. But most importantly, they know what makes or breaks you. So when you need them, you can run to them, and they know exactly what to do. It’s like they know how to handle you. It’s just comfortable.

Six years later, and you still cross my mind every single day. All of my friends do. It’s not a romantic statement. It’s just a fact. What I meant to say is that I still love you like my life depends on it, but just not in the same way anymore. It’s different. You can love a person, but not be in love with them. I’ve connected on a level with you that caused me to be with you and spend time with you, and for me then to not have your friendship or not be in my life anymore, well, that would be a bit sad don’t you think?

It would be sad if I couldn’t have the friendship I had with you that made me like you in the first place, and that made me see what a great human being you are. I know that you were part of my life, and you made an impact on it, and on me, and I learned some things from you. And I think everyone has this one person. Or at least I think this is true for everyone –someone who, in some way, probably changed you without you realizing, and who is part of the journey of your life and even if you’re not in contact with them still, you were lucky enough to experience such a connection with them regardless, and life is nothing without moments and relationships like these.

I think what I’m trying to say is that losing you was both the best and worst thing to ever happen to me. It allowed you to be my friend. Six years later, and I’m finally realizing that you were the “good” in “goodbye.”