You know, sometimes I catch myself mentioning you or thinking of you and I can trick myself into believing that I miss you.
But it's not true. Because when I actually take that moment and think about what I'm feeling, I find that I miss an ideal that never was. I miss what I thought you were, what I HOPED you were, not what you really were.
You want the truth, sweetheart? The cold, honest truth, is that my life and my emotional health have gotten a million times better since we stopped talking and I cannot bring myself to regret that change.
You were not worth it. You still aren't. Probably never will be.
I'm sorry you're not real, but I'm not sorry that I *finally* walked away.
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