You choose your words so tentatively when you tell me you’re dating someone new. But you don’t even use the word “boyfriend”.

“I’m… I’m kinda seeing someone.”

You’re too timid about it. Apologetic, even? As if I’d be upset. Or jealous. Or mad.

As if I had the right…

Remember how it was I who left you?

I’m excited for you, I promise. I want you to be happy. I want you to find someone who brings you happiness. I lost my chance, but that doesn’t mean I’d begrudge you yours.

How can we fully enjoy today if we worry about all the tomorrows we missed out on?

Please. Don’t apologize for spending less time with me. Don’t apologize because our relationship has changed. I only expected that.

What kind of friend would I be if I came between you and the rest of your life?