I find myself slowly forgiving you. Every single day, every time I wake up, before I go to sleep, in the mundane parts of the day, I still think of you. You were a part of my daily routine, and now you're no longer here, and there's no coming back. A couple of weeks ago, I was filled with nothing but hatred for both of you, but I realized I was only distracting myself by pretending that I hated or disliked you. Deep inside, I know I still care, and I still love you.