I’m not stupid, but I kind of am. I can’t really put words to these emotions. I feel happy for sure, but with a tinge of resentment because I remember what I felt before. I’m not stupid, but I kind of am. Is it weird that tears well up in my eyes when I think of you? Or when other people call my name the way you used to? That I still call you my friend even though we are strangers? I’m not stupid, but I kind of am. I don’t know what’s happening in your life. I don’t know your relationship status. I don’t know how you feel. I don’t know where you’ve been in the past months or where you are going. We don’t even talk. And what’s left? memories, broken promises, shattered egos, unfulfilled wishes, changed attitudes.