we wouldn’t have grown if we didn’t separate. i don’t think it was only what was best for me, but for you. you deserve to be with someone who knows how to love you, and i’m sorry it wasn’t me. or maybe i’m not? because why should i be sorry when there is someone who is better for you than me.
i always wish you are happier. i’ve recognized my shortcomings, but i also know my strengths now. in some world, i know we worked out. but i keep leaving this door unlocked like some sort of reconnection will happen, but i think i know i need to just lock it and throw that fucking key away.
i’ll always miss you, and that’s what i think you don’t get or maybe don’t understand. im reminded of you every day. whether being dumped or being the dumper, neither side is fucking easy. you’ll soon just be a distant memory. it’s crazy when i go through my old photos of us from years ago, remembering that we were so happy at one point, and seeing where we’re at now.
i barely drink these days, i’m in therapy, im busy with work, him, and his kids. i’m happy. i eat better, i’m more to myself than i’ve ever been, and i’m honestly sometimes okay with that.
hope you’re well.
















