You know what the weird thing is? I tried my best to remain numb throughout the whole process of befriending you, dating you, and leaving you. I never quantified my feelings for you, never fully expressed how I felt for you. Nonetheless, I did love you. I’m not afraid to admit it now.
But the love wasn’t healthy or for the right reasons. That doesn’t mean I don’t remember the nights I held you while you slept. I loved every minute of it, and I wouldn’t take it back for anything. I miss you rubbing the back of my neck and talking about anything. God I miss it.
But I’m moving on. I have moved on, for the most part. Many things I do now, though I don’t want to wholly admit, are now in spite of you. When you see me I really want you to realize that how you treated me in the end was a mistake. And it was. The friends you now care for are shallow friendships. Choosing them won’t do you well in the end.
Time did it’s thing. I barely remember what it is like to see your face. I barely remember what you look like. You are a distant memory.
Maybe I am lying to myself.
I really did love you.