Uhm, hey. To the old me, the 15-year-young me. That boy, yes that boy you expected to have gone after like 3 months, yes that person who made you cringe but you always look forward to⌠yes, that boy⌠even after two years, itâs all still the same. So if you wish to get rid of him, you wonât. Because my dear, I donât. Heâs your best friend. Donât know whatâs ahead but well, I wish he stayed. Do you?
Ah, hey! Itâs 19 year-old-me. He doesnât stay⌠and I still donât have a clue on why. But heâs still my best friend! And I still wish he stayed.
Iâm almost 20 and I still love him just the same. We no longer talk and I have no plan in the neae future to, but he still lives rent-free in my head, but luckily not messing with it. I can deal with this, donât worry.
I am 20 now. Nothing changes, both mu feelings and our not-speaking-terms. Thatâs fine. I deserve this.
hey, today I am 21. been through all those denial anger bargaining depression and in between, back and forth, back to back time and again. it's the end of August 2022; 5 years and half since our first conversation.
and hereby I declare: here's my acceptance.













