The letter is sad, in a way. No “stay in touch”, no further questions. This, unlike all the other ends, is truly an ending.
But I got what I wanted: acceptance. Forgiveness. An acknowledgement that not all that happened was my fault.
We’ve both grown, both changed. With the distance of years and miles, we’ve been able to look at everything with the benefit of hindsight. Neither of us come up blameless but neither of us come off as villains either. We’re just people.
Fallible, selfish people with the endless potential to learn from the mistakes we made.