I don’t know if you remember me and I don’t want this to sound out of hate or spite because I don’t feel those things towards you anymore. You broke me, it wasn’t your fault you were just the right person at the wrong time. It sent me in a spiraling downwards into a dark pit, parts of my breaking away on the way down leading to me trying to take my life multiple times when I hit rock bottom shattering into pieces and landing in a mental institute. But slowly over the years I had been able to put myself back together piece by piece, maybe I didn’t put myself back together quite right and maybe I lost pieces of myself permanently but I work I can move forward. This isn’t for you and it is selfish of me but we all have the right to be a little selfish. That’s why I write this as a hopefully last seal between the pieces putting the final piece that I’ve found back for me and a conclusion to this chapter of my life one that won’t be sealed away but at least put on a shelf as a reminder for me that I am still alive.