It’s been a while.
Looking back at every conversation we’ve had and every feeling I felt with you was beyond my control. I catch myself missing you and it’s sad. You left me bitter and filled with so much hate. I have so many things left unsaid and I often find myself debating if I should put anything out there because what difference does it make now. I will be completely over you. Some days, I feel like I already am and other days, I’m ready to come crawling back to you. I’ve made sure to give you no satisfaction of knowing how I’m doing but I wish you every bit of happiness and desire you deserve. I learned your darkest secrets, the ones that you kept tucked behind the corners of your mind. I learned your flaws, so I learned to love them, too. I learned your deepest fears, your aspirations, and your desires. I learned to know you like the back of my hands, to instinctually know your state of your mind. I learned to know you like I know myself; I dug and dug to your innermost core. I learned to discover every atom that constructs the woman I loved, so beautifully. If I knew how things would have turned out for us, I probably would have did things differently. Although, if I hadn’t, I wouldn’t know now about the beauty in life. Because before you, I only saw the moon. And after, I finally saw stars.
Thank you for making me realize my worth. Thank you for loving me the way you did. Thank you for putting perspective and happiness in my life that I needed.
Thank you for wasting my fucking time.
Here’s the closest thing to closure.