Dear B,

I did not get my chance to say good bye before we parted ways, with reluctance in my every step. There is no longer the right time to tell you all the things I had been meaning to say; and how it’s not appropriate to slip I miss you’s in our strained and pathetic excuses for small talk. And if this is really the end, then I don’t want our departure to look this pitiful. I spent months wondering where all it all went wrong? How did all the emotions bleed out of us so slowly, but yet still lingers on our tongues that we so dutifully bite down on. If you thought I would have let you go as easily as that, then I guess that serves to prove I can act like I don’t care as much as you do. But as my heart broke when I had given in to your last request to remove you from my life, I saw the question in your eyes that I will never understand: “I hope this is the right thing.”

I think to myself, No. It’s not, but I hope you regret this.