Let’s be honest for a moment here. A month has now passed. And let me just say that it was excruciating, but I can now say with confidence that I have moved on. Sure there are still moments that I miss with you, but it’s just the actions I miss. I could hold hands with anyone and be happy. Cuddling someone can be with someone other than you. A kiss on the forehead can be given to someone else. Another person will come along and will be willing to watch season after season of some silly show on Netflix.
Sure, you were good to me, but I have moved on. I no longer feel as if I am stuck in a dream where you are denying me of happiness. I don’t feel broken because you let go of me. I was holding on for too long, hoping that telling myself “I don’t want someone who doesn’t want me” would help and hold true. It didn’t work, but today, when we talked, I realized that it never really would have worked out. We can’t comfort one another the way we like to be. Your anger gave me anxiety attacks. You felt I was too clingy. I desperately wanted you to talk to me more.
When it comes down to the fine details, we work well together, but not with each other. I let you, let me go. And I am content with that. I don’t regret anything that happened between us, I do believe it worked out the best. Remember when I said that I would be ok because that means that you would be happy. You said that you wanted me to be happy to. I reassured you that I would be, with time. Well time has passed, and while I may not be happy with my like. I am happy without being with you. You aren’t the supply of my happiness.