B,

I thought it would be a lot harder than this, I really did. I thought I’d miss your eyes and your voice and your hair and your lips…

But I don’t.

I feel free to do what I want. These next few months are meant to matter. They’re meant to be fun and life changing. I’m supposed to regret bad choices and continue to make them anyway. I’m supposed to spend time with the people I want, do what I want, and be happy with myself.

There was a time when we needed each other. When we needed the affection the other had to offer. But I’ve grown now. I don’t need someone telling me I’m pretty, smart, or whatever a girl is supposed to be. I can feel happy without the stale compliments and acted out displays of love.

In the last few months that we were together, I could feel the growing hatred of myself. I thought you made me feel that way.

Now I realize that that was my fault. I was pushing you away because I knew I would have to do it eventually. You kept hanging on, and I’m sorry for how it ended. But it’s good for me, it will be good for you too if it isn’t already.

And now that we no longer need each other, I can go my own way in this life. I do not regret a single day we spent together. But I also have no regrets with ending it.

Thanks for the last two years,

G