saying goodbye.

i sold the book of poems you gave me. i put it in the rummage sale for a quarter, and an overweight mennonite girl in a brown dress bought it.

i threw away the note that was still in it, ten years after you wrote it.

because, really? even though you acted like this guy who would do anything for a friend? all along, you were kind of a selfish jerk. and passive aggressive, too.

i should have known from the note you left in the book. re-reading it all these years later had me laughing in disbelief that you wrote it to give with a gift. on scrap paper, even.

what’s weird is that i don’t miss you, at all. i have no sadness about the decision to cut you out of my life.

it makes me more sad that i don’t miss you.

what was i doing when i thought i was maintaining an important relationship for 15 years?

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