I was so stupid to think I could just walk right back into their lives.

Two years and they would miss me as much as I had missed them. Two years and no hard feelings, no need for apologies, nothing but love and acceptance. One of the gang all over again.

That was a goddamn fantasy.

I’m sorry I left in the first place. I’m sorry for bad timing, and the fact that I came back just as they all had moved on. Closure, ripped to shreds by a simple “hello”.

And I want to be angry with them, angry for not accepting me back, for moving on, for not fulfilling my unrealistic vision. But I’m not. And the only thing running through my head is “You didn’t even say goodbye.”