Nostalgia

That is happening now, as expected.

A taste of sweet bitterness. As expected.

I have already foreseen this since the start.

And now it is taking place, forming its own shape.

I can come up with thousands of reasons and excuses, but the fact will still be there despite my little pride.

Thank you for the memories, but the future has no spot for both you and I together. 

Both of us merely passed by each other. These years had been great so far. And I will give you credits for that. 

You have been great. We had fun. And now the fun is over. Get it? 

Its time to move on and walk our own separate directions.

"I wish nothing but the best for you."

PS. That was redirected at my past. Which the hurt has already been restored. Experiences do count.