Old flame wrote:
I really don’t think about you anymore.
It feels kind of odd.
Back then I let myself be consumed entirely by your existence.
You were the first.
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You were so weird and precious and it felt wonderful. My stomach dropped and churned at the mercy of your words. When you said it wasn’t what I wanted it to be.
Then when I tried to make myself believe I could want it to be how you wanted it to be but I really couldn’t. I willed it onto myself the way I have so many times before and so many times since, but I really couldn’t.
Just like I don’t really think of you anymore.
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And that’s kind of nice. I like that you’re not haunting me.
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Good.