Dear First Love

Dear First Love,

It's been months since we've spoken. Probably the best thing for both of us. But all I know for sure, it's the best thing for me, right now.

I had a dream about you the other night. I woke up severly disturbed. Just put off - you know - because I told you - that's when you usually pop back into my life - when I dream about you.

You're more active on Facebook. Yes - I keep tabs on you, occasionally. I like to be prepared. You know that too, though.

I wasn't expecting to feel that way after a dream. After so many months of not speaking. So many years of not seeing you.

I've thought about removing you from my life. You've been such a huge contributing factor, every time I start to think I'm ready, I'm just not, after all.

I miss you in my life. Not romantically, but also that way in a way too. I miss you more as the best friend that I once had. That I thought I had in you. I miss the you in my head. You're not the same man now. But I still miss you - and wake up devastated when I realize it's just a dream with you in it.

I still love you, always will.

Love,

K.