Remember when you used to call me girlface, when I called you boyface, when this was our way of being together without ever actually being together? Sometimes I wonder if you remember any of it, if you even think about me anymore. I don't think about you much anymore so I probably don't exist to you at all. Sometimes I want to call you up though, tell you how happy I've been, how everything has changed between now and then. How you wouldn't recognize me anymore. Sometimes I still want to know if you're happy yet, if you've found a way to make life work for you. I wonder these things, and then I wonder if you ever wonder at all anymore. About anything. I could see you losing that part of yourself so easily, though.
Mostly I just wanted to tell you that I think this is the first time since I've met you that I've honestly been able to say that I'm over you. That I really don't need you anymore. But that I'm glad you were there when you were.
I guess that's just the way it goes sometimes. People fade into the endless tides of life and are lost to you, no matter how much impact they made on your life.