Peace Out, Yo

I had a dream last night. Quite fitting for the time of year it is - for the pseudo "anniversary" weekend that was known as our birthday party weekend. In this dream, you came over during a low-key birthday party and hugged me and said "I'm sorry. You were a great friend these 26 years and I will miss you." I remember I cried, you cried, and I didn't try and fight it. I knew for you to have your happily ever after, I couldn't be a part of it.

That's all I needed in real life. All you had to do was tell me you wanted to end the friendship because she didn't approve of our relationship or like me. All you had to do was tell me that for your happiness, we couldn't talk or be friends anymore. And as painful as it would have been, I would have done it. Because as horrible of a person you say I was, I would have done anything for you because I loved you that much.

Is it strange to say I almost feel a sense of closure now? Like I can really move on? Really let go? I think it's because the "real" you (moreover, the "You" you had us all duped into believing you were) was back. You had a heart. You showed feelings. You weren't cruel. You weren't vicious. You were you. You were Yo.