it was a privilege to know me, and now you don't. i find so much comfort in knowing that the people who left my life have no idea who i have become. i feel like i've lived a thousand lives since they hurt me, and with each one, i've grown stronger, wiser, and more at peace. the version of me they knew no longer exists. they don't get to see how much i've healed, how happy i am, or how far i've come. they're left with old memories of someone i used to be, while i'm living a whole new chapter. they knew my old story, but they'll never meet the person who survived it.