Finally. I wrote about you today. I said thank you, one that you will never receive. I told you my feelings in the form of a poem, but you will never find out. You taught me so much, and my best memories were with you. After a few years, I can now say that I don't hate you, and that I am so grateful that you were such an important part of my life. The poem was bittersweet, but it is a goodbye, so isn't that to be expected? You showed such compassion to a girl who felt lost, and I know now that I am the person I am because you were by my side to support and encourage me. I won't reveal your identity, however, because those memories are for you and I only. I thank you, even now. I became an individual because of you.
Thank you.
