An old friend paid me a visit while I was dreaming the other night. The dream was so simple. It was just the two of us bumping into each other, introducing families to each other. There was no drama, just a shake of the hand and a nod of the head. We congratulated each other quietly, knowing we had done the right thing to forget about our time together. It's not like it wasn't perfect, it was just that, it wasn't right. We weren't right.

But I am grateful for you. So proud too. We had our ups and downs, you and I but I now that we're older and we have finally gotten rid of each other, I can be grateful for you. Because no matter what anybody says or what I may deny, I did care about you. You were there for me in more ways than one and I can only hope I was the same for you.

Being with you taught me a lot. It taught me to care and real compassion. You broke my heart but I know that at one point or another, I broke yours too. You were my first real love and that is how I want to remember you. That would be the best way to remember you. I regret nothing with you and I can't wait to go on without you.