Goodbye old you. I will miss you. But I can't keep you. Because you're gone. It's okay. It's going to be okay. It will be okay.
I love you. I will always. And I will be there for you if you need me. But you don't seem to need me anymore. So I will stop needing you, too.
If people ask me, who my best friend is, I will not say your name anymore. I will find someone else. I know that. I can do it. I need to breath now. Breath in. Breath out. Friends leave. It's okay. Other friends will come. I will be happy again. I will cry in somebodys arms again. I will laugh with someone else.
Life changes anyways. So I will find a way. You will be okay. You already are. I hope that. I want the best for you.
The new you will be happy, okay?
The new me will be happy too.
I don't like saying it. But there is no other way. I need to say it.
I love you. Please be alright. Take care of yourself. And always keep in mind that you are loved.
You will always be loved.
Goodbye
