I also know that I am the very literal living embodiment of the worst thing that ever happened to her.
I'm sure that's not what she sees in you, you have nothing to do with it. When you think of her thinking about you, don't think about that. You're not the living embodiment of anything at all. You're a human being, with your own life that began Sept 2nd some year, then years and years of life experience, your unique personality, and your ability to love and to receive love. You really have nothing to do with what you're thinking about. Nothing. Zero link. You shouldn't even be in the same sentence.
So the fact that I can call her an actual friend, even if there are some mixed feelings attached to it, is something I'm extremely grateful for.
But it's really nice to have these pleasant feelings and to have them be uncomplicated, for once in my fucking life.


