My dearest P.

After almost 2 years we met.
I thought we will argue or even fight, but we just sat in park and talked about our feelings about what happened between us. I'm sorry, that situation with police fucked you up, but as well I'm glad I've have reported you. They helped to you to search professional help. I'm glad you're at therapy sessions.
I will never forget how I asked them to help you in mental health. Because even if I reported you that time, you still meant for me a lot. Even now.
You've became a better person. Believe me. And I'm so proud of you, P. I'm now crying and smiling at the same time because I'm really glad that you're becoming better and that even after all what happened between us you still decided to forgive me and just talk with me.
We were so young and dumb then. But now we're smarter and older. We're different, but we know each other so much.
It's hurtful that we cannot talk anymore, but as well I understand your wish. You just wish for the best, so I do.
I promise someday I will be recovered from my shits. I promise I will be someday happier then ever. 
You will forever mean for me a lot. You changed my life, in negative and positive way.
Maybe someday we will again hug each other, who knows? But for now it doesn't matter.
Just remember that no matter how much we hurted to each other you can still come back. Because I forgave you. And because I know you're everyday becoming a better person. You've made really big progress for these almost 2 years. From an agressive abuser to calm person who tries to solve things without agression and abuse. 
Again, I will repeat, I'm really proud of you.
Meeting you wasn't a mistake, it was for something very magical. Even if it hurted so much. Thank you.
Much love,
Yours little mouse Nastya. ❤️‍🩹