We're worlds apart now but I'm still thinking of you, missing your humour and that spark we both felt. We played games with each others hearts and minds, why I will never completely know but I wanted to tell you that I forgive you for everything - for not saying goodbye, for leading me astray. I was guilty too.

Though I may never understand why things turned out the way they did, I realize you're a beautiful, complicated mess, one whose quirks and eccentricities I always adored. Even when I pretended you weren't there, said things I didn't mean, acted foolish or awkward, you were something real to me.

I'll always be here if you decide to open that door again, and if not you will remain in my heart. I hope if I wronged you that you can someday forgive me.

I wasn't ready to open up when you were; when I did it was too late, and that is my only regret. This may be the closest that I'll ever get to a real goodbye so I hope you're able to see this. You mean so much more to me than you'll ever know. —Stranger