It’s been two years since our paths started to split. I figured out I didn’t need you and this lead to my realization that I don’t need anyone. I became too dependent on you for my own happiness and identity. I was so young and naive but oh how I’ve grown. I took control of my life and grew up, I changed. I don’t know that you’d confidently be able to say that you truly know me now. Although I’m no better, I have no idea who you are now. I see your parents at Publix what feels like all of the time, it never gets any less awkward.
I decided to finally date again after almost a year and a half. I never wanted to date again after you, but he made me want him. I fell for him hard and knew it was all too good to be true. I found myself so consumed with him, but not like I was with you, I was a completely different person in a relationship now. I started to want a future with him, I loved him. But like all good things, it came to an end and he broke up with me.
I now find myself sitting in my bedroom listening to a song that makes me particularly emotional and writing out my feelings once again, the final step in another heartbreak.
Despite our differences, I will always want the best for you and hope that you got it all turned around.