It's weird.

I have tattoos you've never seen.
Stories you've never heard.
Friends you'll never meet.
Experiences you're not apart of.
Inside jokes you'll never laugh at.

Days, I don't think about you.
Weeks, I don't talk about you.
And months I don't miss you.

Things I was scared to do without you guys, are routine.

Stories we swore we'd live together seem better written without you.

Things I used to hate about myself because of you, are my best traits.

Things I used to give up for you, are must-haves now.

I used to think we were all supposed to be friends. Like we all needed each other forever. And I did need you, for a long time. And you won't admit it, you needed me too.

But I had a different direction to go in. And I couldn't drag you on a road I had to force myself to go down, you would've made me turn around.

I'm sure your thoughts about me are not so different. I used to hate to think we weren't on the same page. Now, I'm comfortable knowing we're in different libraries.

I am more free these days. Which is so much different than I used to think. But then again, I guess domestic wolves see their cage as freedom until they break free

But things are better off now.

And make no mistake I'm just as surprised as you are that I was wrong;

I can do this without you.