Dear To Pookie,

Hi. It's been a month since I talked to you. It feels surreal. You were someone I held on to every day. You were someone I would call first thing in the morning because I loved your morning voice. You were someone I would go to whenever I had something to share, even if it was a silly reel on Instagram. I don't wish you would come back to me because you never deserved me. I still wish you would reach out to me, not to portray me as the villain but to give me the apology I deserved. Sorry for when you threatened to beat me. Sorry when you told me to get out of YOUR car. But it's okay. I know one day you will realize. I hope one day you know and realize that the level of immaturity you had isn't going to bring you peace. But guess what, pookie? I am never coming back. But it's okay, tho! I still hope you get to achieve everything. My heart still breaks that the love I gave you meant nothing to you in the end, and you had to say, "I am glad you are not with me." It's okay, I guess. It's always okay. It has to be, right? I miss you, by the way. I do every day. Yet you are not good for me. Today, after a month, again, I am letting you go!