I’ve gotten to the point where I don’t miss you. I miss IT but not you. You were fire and I was easily burned. At first, your flames were enticing. They licked me up and lit my heart on fire. But then, the fire started to burn worse. And I became emotionally exhausted. All the other girls. All the lies and manipulation.
But maybe part of me will always love you. Maybe part of me will always wonder how you’re doing. I’ve gotten to the point where I don’t want to talk to you, I don’t want to see you. But I can now smile at the memories. I can now look at my old tag for you and feel okay and just laugh, and also kind of wonder how I felt those things for you. And now I’ll add this to your tag- the last thing I will ever tag you in.
I’m not in love with you anymore, but how do you forget the first person you ever loved? I miss your dogs and your house and you holding me until 2am, telling me you’d never leave, but I will never miss the other girls who also slept beside you. So this will be the last time I ever write about you. It took 2 years. You broke me, but I am forever grateful you showed me I had the pieces to put myself back together.
Now I’ve met someone who I like in a way I couldn’t like you - Someone who is kind and genuine. Sweet. and most of all, honest. So thank you for showing me what love is, but also showing me exactly what a relationship shouldn’t be.
Maybe I’ll miss the little things forever, but I’ll find the person who gives me those feelings and also treats me well.
I can’t wait for the day I never think about the bad shit again.
