I found your card in the prospective pile of trash and the words in it made me laugh. Because how ironic was it, the promise of love you made: “I’ll always love you,” you said, and now I’m lucky if I get a “Hey.” I found your card and it made me sad, the flashbacks of all the good years we had. How cruel, I said to self, to go through so much with someone, only to end up going separate ways. Life knows no mercy, does it. I was done with us before we were over, but in my heart the friendship meant a lot, drunk or sober. So…