Hey, you.

Hey.

It's been awhile.

I know you don't want to talk to me, and every day I think I am a little bit more okay with that.

I know this decision was hard but in the end your life doesn't have to change and we can still be friends... right?

I like to think that we would be friends. That we would have had things in common, same books and movies.

Trust me, I get it. It was impratical for you to have me in your life. You weren't ready and I understand that. How could you let those in your life down, knowing you'd fucked up. Knowing you'd ruin the life of those around you, just by having me. You probably wouldn't be who or where you are today and I would hate if you resented me for that.

Don't worry. I'm not mad. Just a little...wistful.

I think you would have loved me. I think I would have loved you too.

I'm not writing this to make you feel bad. If I'd been born I'd have been pro-choice too. I guess thing's aren't black and white, and some days I know you wonder.

I wonder too.

Love,

Me.