I keep telling myself I am done with you and us, but every time you message me with a good morning text I fall right back into you. I am angry. I promised myself I wouldn’t be vulnerable to you. I told myself that I wouldn’t text you first. I wanted you to show me that you want me. I wanted you to show me that you care. I told myself that you couldn’t hurt me anymore. The truth is… I am a girl and you are a man. The 15 years that separate us are what complicate the relationship between us. I told myself you weren’t still in love with her… that you are telling the truth about you two being over, but I know that is not true. I know when you go to sleep at night, its in her arms. I told myself not to care. I told myself that I will find someone, and I did. But I compared them to you and I lost them. I told myself to move and for a while I did. I am done.