I’m almost over you. I know we never said love when we were together, but we both felt it. You’ve told me since, and I know you were my first love. I missed you for months. But it’s been six now and I don’t miss you anymore, at least not the you you’ve become. I’ll see you in a week, and I’m terrified. You want to get back together with me, but I just can’t do it. You broke me. I can’t trust you and I can’t be vulnerable around you. What kind of a relationship would that be? The plan is to hang out and yes, hook up. I know it’s a terrible idea but I think I need to have you one last time to officially move on. Closure. I never thought I would use that word for something like this, but it’s necessary. I know how this will go. We’ll feel feelings for each other like we used to, but it could never be the same as it was then. I told you that before you left didn’t I? Well soon I’ll have to tell you this. That it’s over and it’s time we both faced it. I’m tired of being hurt, of having my feelings messed with time and time again. You’re no longer worth it to me. I’m over you. Almost.