I don't miss you anymore, ever since this year started. I texted you before '26 started but I didn't really want to. Truth is I wanted to let you go and focus on the remaining stuff within my surroundings instead of you anymore.

It's been more than five months since I last tried to contact you and I regret the last times I did, but I think it was part of my process. You didn't really care and I'm glad about it.

Some months ago me and a friend saw fire sticks at a church and reminded me that you were skilled at juggling those, so we went through your Instagram account to show her some highlights I remembered you had about it. I didn't find any juggling but highlights of you and your boyfriend, which I didn't know you had (because i didn't really care anymore to stalk your socials or anything).

Instead of feeling jealous, mad, or any way I thought I'd feel, I felt good for you; I saw you happy, I saw he looks good and so do you, so I actually got no other feeling that gladness for you.

You don't need me, neither do I.

You're gone, so am I.

You're better without me, so am I.

Needless to say I apologize for my unwanted texts back in the day, even though I think it was understandable that I couldn't let you go.

If you ever get to read this, I still wish you the best; that wish never changed.