I read a quote yesterday and it reminded me of you.
“Saying goodbye is one of the most painful ways to solve a problem.”
What’s even more painful? The part where you never said “goodbye”.
I know I am healing. I know because I’m no longer depressed nor am I angry. I haven’t been here writing into the universe.
I was able to finally delete all our correspondence because I realized they were just words. Words were all you gave me, even when you were here. I no longer feel stupid or hate myself because I believed in them. I’m proud of myself for having the guts to have been able to love that way at all.
You’re never coming back. And I can’t regret not going there – not after the way you dealt with things and “problem solved”.
You tried to tell me once that none of this was about me. I think that’s the one thing you left me with that I’ll choose to believe.
Wherever you are, I want to give you the courtesy you could never give me:
“Goodbye”. I really loved you once upon a time.