It’s taken a good 13 months, a lot of back and forwards but while I’m here sitting in your kitchen after spending a lovely day with you I think we have finally both realised that we can now be friends.

I hope we are both on the same page.
When you apologised for accidentally brushing my hand with your own while we were walking along the road I think we both realised, I didn’t get butterflies from your touch this time and don’t get me wrong my head is swimming with ideas of what I think I want to do to you, but I won’t, because it wouldn’t be right not for either of us.
You bought me lunch, which was lovely and we have spent some moments talking about old times and how things used to be. But I think we can both see now what was, never will be again.
I still love you, a lot. But it’s in such a different way now.
I love being able to talk to you when I want and I will try not to get jealous when you give another girl more attention than what you give me, because that’s the natural response I’ll have after all, we were together for a long time.
I just want you to know that I’m very glad I still have you in my life.
I’m sorry that we took it in turns to hurt each other, we shouldn’t have done that, neither of us deserved it.

I just had this need to make you want me back again after all you had done and after that I felt bad, but I couldn’t help but want to get you back for everything and I just want you to know I’m sorry.

But I’m glad it all happened because now we can move on and be civil to each other and that’s all I want. I want you in my life, as my friend.