You know, an excuse I've run into more than once, even once with you, is that "We're such great friends" and "Why ruin it?"

I'm glad we ruined it.

Now, if this were me two years ago right now, I would say that it's good because I'll never make that mistake again. If it were me one year ago, I would say, it taught me caution.

And you know, the truth is, while I would never want to date you again, I hold an enormous amount of respect for you.

I don't think I would have forgiven myself if I hadn't gotten to know you, and I don't think I would have been able to be just friends with you. Truth be told, I don't think it could have worked out any other way.

I grew up a little bit with you. Not all the way, certainly not, but a little bit. And you know, sometimes, I look back on it, and I just think about it.

Goddamn. I dated Vicky Green.

And then I feel all full of myself. You seem like an untouchable, someone who has this life slightly more realized than my own, someone who's mastered the art of debullshitting and then it hits me.

I dated you.

Which just amazes me. I look up to you.

You're honest with yourself, and you've always seemed so dismissive of bullshit. I'm glad to say I dated you, but wouldn't do it again.

Good luck in wherever life brings you, and I hope you land on your feet.
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