enough to let you go

I don't really know how to feel now.

I'd like to think you thought of me on that day and it bothered you that you didn't have your phone and that I was important enough for you to message me after that but I guess I'm always, always expecting too much. I did stop thinking about you, I moved on with my life, even it meant gritting my teeth and pushing on even when I couldn't take it. I think I am strong like that. Though sometimes it'd be nice to know you care. I need you so much closer.

I lost this person I was so reliant on to feed my emotional whims. I no longer have someone to pin for, to have false hope in, to feel nostalgic about, to associate random little things about, to look for in a crowd, to make excuses for...

I can't.

And you,

I'm losing you. It was inevitable and I knew it but no, I refuse to accept it as it is. Where is the good in goodbye.

I am going to be happier than this. I promised myself.

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okay,

next.