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.
