To the friends I had to move on from:
I wish it didn’t end this way. I wish I could change the story, fixing the broken bits and gluing them back together.
I want you to know that it broke my heart to move on from you. I loved you with my whole self, nothing held back. I thought we would be friends when we were old and cranky, cracking jokes in the nursing home and remembering the days our kids were young. I didn’t plan for losing you.
You were there for some of my very best days and for some of my very worst, and I was there for yours. We shared a hundred beautiful moments and hundred more hard ones. It hurts to remember it sometimes, knowing it will never be the same.
I won’t ever regret knowing you. I won’t ever regret loving you.
I hate that I could no longer take care of me and stay around you. I hate that we grew apart and our paths took us different directions. I hate the ways we hurt each other however unintentionally.
I wish I could undo it all, and weave our stories back together somehow.
I wish I could uncomplicated it, and make it simple again. I can’t, I know that, and it’s hard.
For now, I want you to know, in my deepest heart, from my very core:
I wish you well.
I pray that the things you told me you wished for and dreamed of for your life would come true.
I hope your days are full of sunshine, your nights are full of rest, and your heart is full of peace.
