An Undelivered Letter

To you.
Because I'm thinking of you.

I'm sorry if it's weird that it's been so long and I still think about you, but our relationship was... special.  And I'm sorry if you think it's stupid that I said that.
It's just, we kind of fell into being each other's lives.  At least, for me, quite suddenly you were day and night, and not being near you or knowing where you were or what you were doing was odd.
You cleared the snow off my car for me.
You made me breakfast in bed.
I loved the fireflies in the wallpaper, and the hipster's paradise.
And Gus and Maggie.  And Thos.

I loved you.

And it's a song, one song that reminds me that I was SO happy that I was weird in High School, and that Tyler didn't want to date me, and that Nolan only thought of me as a friend.
You made everything make sense.

Now don't you dare take this as me wanting to get back together.  I don't.  My life is on a different path now because we aren't together.
I like this path.
But I just want you to know, for whatever reason, that I think about us sometimes, and I miss it in a way.
I miss the certainty in laying awake talking to you or building a fort with you, or even in asking you if you want a break.
I miss us.

And, because I'm a lady, I'm going to say this:  it's not my fault things didn't work out.  You ended it.  I don't want the blame anymore.

Aren't we happier now anyways?

Your little yellow bird,
Me