I started sending you a note. Oh how I hope that you’re happy.

I cant believe the number of people I thought I would know forever that I have not talked to in forever. I keep almost reaching out and convincing myself, not to, that people move on, that it would be good for me to do the same. I wonder if any of them think about me, wonder about me, hope that I am doing well, like I do for them. Is it vain to think that the people I will never forget, will in return be unable to forget me? Its irrelevant I guess, I just hope they are happy, I hope you are happy, and I want everyone to know that I am OK, I am happy.