From the moment we broke up, I knew it was the right decision for both of us.
I never doubted that we needed to end things, but knowing something is the right decision doesn't make me wanna do it and it definitely doesn't stop me from missing you.
It's just so surreal to me that the couple we once were no longer exists. Everything I knew is now nothing more than a distant memory.
I get lost in nostalgia.
I catch myself pretending things had ended up differently. I imagine what our life would be like and I stay in that place for as long as I can; it's a world I'm in control of.
I try to remind myself why I had to leave you. I run through a list of all the bad feelings you inspired in me instead of replaying our best memories.
I think about the person you are and do my best to forget about the person I wanted you to be. It's the only way I can move forward.
I force myself to focus on your glaring flaws instead of your achievements.
I tell myself I’m better off alone than with you (or anyone who would treat me like you did.)
You were entitled and selfish, you never truly cared about me the way you should have. The list of your wrongdoings goes on and on.
There will always be some part of me with your name written on it because I gave you everything I had. We both know you can’t say the same thing...and if you did, it’d be a lie.
You never thought I could find the strength to leave you. You wouldn't accept my love but you couldn't stand to see me giving it to anyone else.
All of these things help me remember that leaving you was truly the bravest thing I've ever done. I proved to myself that I know my own worth and refused to accept anything less than that.
Running from you, from us, was the best decision I made during our entire relationship.
I just wish I could stop looking back.