I'm not sure how it happened, but suddenly one day turned to two, which turned to a week, and I'm here now. With nothing more to say to you than I did when we last parted. 

I think it has to do partially with the way things were left. Not on a good note, not on a bad note, but on a note where I miss your mom more than you. To be honest, I'm not sure I miss you anymore at all. 

And I think it has to do with the attention I have received from people lately who aren't you. Whether it's been well received by me or not, it gives me the faith to know that there could be another for me, if I see him fitting. 

I still think about you. Often. I still replay the words your mom and grandma left me with: 'take care of my little boy.' I wish I could've told them that I would, but I'm no liar. But like I said, I don't miss you anymore. I'm not sure I'm really familiar with who you are anymore. All I know is if the last time we were together is any indication of our future relationship, we'll be lucky to survive a friendship.