We\u2019ve been like magnets since the day we met. We were so alike, we naturally gravitated toward<\/span> one another. But it\u2019s been five years since that day. In five years, we\u2019ve changed, and maybe we changed each other. We\u2019re not those kids anymore. We know who we are now. <\/span><\/p>\n

We’re not the people we were in high school, and I’ve stopped trying to pretend that we could be again. We couldn\u2019t. We can’t just pretend everything\u2019s okay, and that I didn\u2019t hurt you and you didn\u2019t hurt me, because we did. I messed up and I’m sorry. <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

None of that should have happened. I don’t know what would have gone down if we hadn’t been interrupted, manipulated, for months; dragged along by a monster disguised as a high school student. Would we have stayed friends? Would we be mad at each other now? Would we even care? Whatever might have happened, that\u2019s high school drama. It still hurts, it haunts me a little, and it’s still a part of our past and how we met. How we bonded, anyway. We’re different now, and whatever relationship we have needs to be different too, it’s just not the same.<\/span><\/p>\n

There\u2019s no reason we can\u2019t be friends as two people in their twenties who can talk like human beings. High school was dumb, and so were we. Being separate from you has made me much more aware of my own issues, and I\u2019m sure you\u2019ve had your share of awareness too. What we put each other through was immature and painful. I\u2019m so incredibly thankful for it, though. Without it, I wouldn\u2019t have been able to grow and begin to understand what the hell I wanted out of life. Finally, everything makes sense to me. I have someone out there who likes me, and I like him, and he\u2019s not you. I\u2019m writing for the school paper. I\u2019m happy most days. All without you. I can\u2019t wait to hear what you\u2019ve done. We\u2019ve been like magnets since the day we met. I connected myself to you, and you to me. Eventually, we pulled apart. <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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