I’ve put the ball in your court; whether you volley back is your call. However, I can’t promise that I’ll be waiting around for your answer.
I’m through with the pain, the heartache, wondering if you still think about me every fucking day. It’s time for me to move on from you, from your toxic love. I won’t pretend that what happened between us never existed–that’s rubbish. The fact is, I loved you, I still love you, and I will keep loving you until that blessed day when I forget to think of you when I wake up. Perhaps I’ll rejoice in the newfound freedom, perhaps I’ll weep. When I reach that point, I’ll be sure you’re the last to know.
Until then, I still love you.