I used to write the most beautiful things about you.
For the most part, I still do, but not in the way that I used to. The you-sized hole in my heart hasn't completely closed up, but it definitely is not as big as it used to be. I don't miss you. At least I don't think I do. What I believe I miss is what and who you were to me. You were my best friend and my lover and when you left, I lost both.
It was painful and I cried and I hurt so intensely, but now, I am fine. I haven't thought of you in a while. I haven't thought of you in a very long while. And now, thinking of you, I surprise myself by not feeling anything remotely close to pain. I just remember you--who you were, who we were. And that is it. Just good memories, without the influx of over-emotion that used to accompany them.
And I am glad.
You were a chapter in my life, but I had to turn the page, and the story continues. You were a very good chapter, though. There is no regret, there is no anger, there are only good memories of what once was. And what will never be again.
I don't miss you, but I am glad that you are something I could miss.
For the most part, I still do, but not in the way that I used to. The you-sized hole in my heart hasn't completely closed up, but it definitely is not as big as it used to be. I don't miss you. At least I don't think I do. What I believe I miss is what and who you were to me. You were my best friend and my lover and when you left, I lost both.
It was painful and I cried and I hurt so intensely, but now, I am fine. I haven't thought of you in a while. I haven't thought of you in a very long while. And now, thinking of you, I surprise myself by not feeling anything remotely close to pain. I just remember you--who you were, who we were. And that is it. Just good memories, without the influx of over-emotion that used to accompany them.
And I am glad.
You were a chapter in my life, but I had to turn the page, and the story continues. You were a very good chapter, though. There is no regret, there is no anger, there are only good memories of what once was. And what will never be again.
I don't miss you, but I am glad that you are something I could miss.
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