I want you to know I don’t hate you. I’m not angry, or sad, or even disappointed anymore. I understand your choices, and I appreciate that you made them when you did- because I was too in love to see the truth of the situation.
We would have never been happier than those months before. There was no more up. You wanted to be young, free, play the games you hadn’t yet- and I already had. You will forever want to be an explorer- a reverse Columbus, adventuring East. But I’ve seen the world, and while it’s fun to travel and trek, the place I truely want to be is home. I can build a home anywhere- you taught me that- as long as the person next to me wants to be there too.
I owe you thanks for that, and so many other things. Thanks for four years of a well spent youth. Happiness, adventures, life lessons, friends. An unabashedly enthusiastic family, a place to fly my geek flag, the chance to fail. Thank you for the stories, and the love and the opportunity to learn just what I needed for me.
I’m sorry that we haven’t been better friends the last few years- but I’m glad I still get to call you a friend. Call next time you’re in town. We’ll shoot the breeze.
And maybe some tequila.
XOXO Sarah Mae