I am over you. Except, just the fact that I’m writing this letter means I’m not over you at all. I still imagine that one day you’ll come around. That one day you’ll just show up and beg me to be with you. But now I’ve realized that the more I wish for that to happen, the less likely it is that it will.

And I’m tired. I’m tired of waiting for a text from you, I’m tired of waiting for you in general. I need to be set free. So don’t text me. Don’t call me. Don’t talk to me.

And so I will be free.

Goodbye.