Hey.

Bored last night, and reading LJ posts, I just wanted you to know.

I still think you're a good person.
Amazing writer, good person.

But, I'm still glad we broke apart. The things that I wanted, that I absolutely hunger for...didn't appeal to you. To summarize in a sentence... You wanted elegant nights, while I wanted the sticky fingers of a child on my face.

I'm happy with what I have, but I thought you still might like to know that I don't think badly of you.