Dear Dear M,

To you,

I don't know why you still cross my mind on quiet days like this.
I guess some people don't really leave - they just become memories we carry a little more gently over time.

I miss you.
Not in a dramatic, everything-hurts way.
More like missing a familiar song I don't play anymore, but still know every word to.

I miss the way things used to feel when they were simple.
Before misunderstandings, before distance, before we became people who loved each other but couldn't stay.

I'm not writing this because I want to go back.
I'm writing because I never said this out loud, and it stayed with me.

I hope you're okay.
I hope life has been kind to you in ways I couldn't be.
And I hope, if I ever cross your mind too, it doesn't hurt anymore.

This is me letting the feeling exist - without acting on it, without fighting it.
Just acknowledging that once, you mattered. And in some quiet way, you still do.

Goodbye,
-or maybe just, thank you.