That mind battle where you know you’re going to be okay eventually, and wanting to not believe that because so much time has passed already and you still feel the same
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We were together for two years. You were the first person I ever loved. I left you because I knew we wouldn’t have been able to make it work much longer. But you know, that happens. That’s life. I know I broke your heart, and I’m sorry for that. But then you go, a month later, and start a new relationship with someone else. I figured it would be a long time until either one of us moved on, but four short weeks later, your holding her, and kissing her and telling her you love her. I never thought I would be able to dislike you as much as I did when I found out that you were with her. No, I don’t hate you, I just don’t see how we will ever be able to be friends. I’m finally moving on with my life and being friends with you will be counterproductive. I don’t want to back to that last week we talked, I don’t want to go back to crying myself to sleep, then waking up at 4 in the morning and I can’t stop thinking about you, so I just cry. It’s not fair to me. As much as I don’t want to say it, I hope your happy. It took a little bit of time for me to let you go, and I finally have. I just feel like us talking again will mess all of that up.