To Naomi,

I still miss you, but I am not asking you to fix that I hate that I do, because missing someone makes me feel like I failed at moving on. But I have learned that missing you and wanting to disturb your peace are not the same thing. So I am not here to disturb your peace. I am not here to ask what you are doing, who you are with, or whether you ever think of me when the room gets quiet. I am only writing this because some feelings become heavier when they have nowhere to go. You were important to me. Even now. Even after everything. Even after all the ways we hurt each other by not knowing how to stay soft.