MOVING ON

It still hurts when I see you.

I still miss you sometimes.

It hits me in the middle of the night when I'm laying alone with nothing but my thoughts. It hits me in the middle of a math class when I'm working on solving an equation. It hits me anytime it wants to, but it's happening less and less.

You're happy. It's not because of me. I still wish it was, but I'm happy for you. All I want is to see you happy.

I'm happy too, most of the time. I have good friends, a good life. I'm learning I don't need you for my happiness.

I think that this is letting go. I think that this is moving on.

It feels so good.