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It seems I'm mindlessly walking, running even, towards an opposite direction—a direction that by each passing minute takes me farther away from you. And with each step I take I feel that trying to keep myself from looking back and taking a last glimpse of you gets easier and easier. And easier. And easier. And perhaps I find myself not actually caring any less for you, but maybe—truth be told at this point I'm too numb to really tell—with the constant talking to myself, I'm probably just, I don't know, not feeling anything at all.
I don't miss you. At least not anymore.
2.
It's hard to really wrap my head around the thought of not missing you any longer. But what's funny is that my head at this moment is a bit more confused than my heart. I don't miss you. And probably because I no longer need to. I don't need to miss you. I don't need to hold on to the memories of you and me together like we are ever going to make more of them again. And thinking about it, I don't miss you; probably because I hold on to something so much more beautiful—that I will forget you.
3.
I know for a fact that you truly, deeply, and for a time, madly loved me, and I will never forget that. I know how good you've been to me, and I know how much you've sacrificed to make me happy.
But what makes it sad is I was good to you, too. And I sacrificed so much for you, too. And thinking about it, anyone can do what we did for each other, and anyone can love just like the way we do.
Which is why despite everything you've done for me in the past, what you did to me now shattered everything. Because if you and I, and every other single person, can truly, deeply, madly love each other, commitment is what makes a difference.
I'm sorry if it feels like it's too easy for me to walk away, but that's how it is.
4.
It wasn't like this at first. I wasn't always this numb. In fact, I was hurt. Deeply. I was pained. I was angry. I was disappointed. I was going insane. In my mind I had too many things to tell you.
How could you give your smile I loved so much to someone else? How could you wear your perfume—the scent I love on your shirt—and try to smell good for someone who isn't me? How could you say you miss her, you love her, and say the same to me, in such a loving and seemingly sincere way? Just, how could you?
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It seems I'm mindlessly walking, running even, towards an opposite direction—a direction that by each passing minute takes me farther away from you. And with each step I take I feel that trying to keep myself from looking back and taking a last glimpse of you gets easier and easier. And easier. And easier. And perhaps I find myself not actually caring any less for you, but maybe—truth be told at this point I'm too numb to really tell—with the constant talking to myself, I'm probably just, I don't know, not feeling anything at all.
I don't miss you. At least not anymore.
2.
It's hard to really wrap my head around the thought of not missing you any longer. But what's funny is that my head at this moment is a bit more confused than my heart. I don't miss you. And probably because I no longer need to. I don't need to miss you. I don't need to hold on to the memories of you and me together like we are ever going to make more of them again. And thinking about it, I don't miss you; probably because I hold on to something so much more beautiful—that I will forget you.
3.
I know for a fact that you truly, deeply, and for a time, madly loved me, and I will never forget that. I know how good you've been to me, and I know how much you've sacrificed to make me happy.
But what makes it sad is I was good to you, too. And I sacrificed so much for you, too. And thinking about it, anyone can do what we did for each other, and anyone can love just like the way we do.
Which is why despite everything you've done for me in the past, what you did to me now shattered everything. Because if you and I, and every other single person, can truly, deeply, madly love each other, commitment is what makes a difference.
I'm sorry if it feels like it's too easy for me to walk away, but that's how it is.
4.
It wasn't like this at first. I wasn't always this numb. In fact, I was hurt. Deeply. I was pained. I was angry. I was disappointed. I was going insane. In my mind I had too many things to tell you.
How could you give your smile I loved so much to someone else? How could you wear your perfume—the scent I love on your shirt—and try to smell good for someone who isn't me? How could you say you miss her, you love her, and say the same to me, in such a loving and seemingly sincere way? Just, how could you?
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