Sometimes i still miss you. like taking you off my christmas list. like not hearing that you're happy and wonderful in a world you've made. I'd like to hear that.

Sometimes i still resent you. compare and contrast. and remembering what it was like to be demeaned. I'm glad i don't have you to secretly rejoice when i can't complete something. or to laugh in my face when i make mistakes. I don't miss that.

I guess that's the way things go. Turns out i didn't need you afterall.

but i still hope you're happy. because i never wished you bad.