Dear Stranger,

Dear Stranger,

I opened my email today and I smiled.And its dumb because it’s been so long.But I think of you in the late nights when the lights out and its just me alone,With the memories and questions and a million more.And you’re happy now,and I’m happy too.But in the late nights when the lights out and its me alone.

I have mixed feelings and overwhelming emotion.I’d forgive you in a second but I’m different now.I’m stronger.And you’d like that I’m healed now,because I know you never meant to hurt me,I think.

But you’re happy now and I’m happy too but in the late nights with the lights out and its just me alone

On your birthday I stayed up till late, thinking of a gift you’d like,probably a blue hood.I got you a book.It reminded me of you.And when the clock hit 12,I whispered happy birthday in the late night with the lights out,just me alone.

I barely think of you anymore.It wasn’t easy but easy was never my style anyway,I found a way.I have new friends now,I love them to the ends of the earth.But I ask myself sometimes if you miss me and our silent moments,miles out of both our ways.Of the lies and the bond.The means justified the end,but the end was never just.In the late nights when the lights out, I’m alone and I think of you sometimes.