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The thing is, I'm happy without you. I'm happy that I can live and be happy without you. Even though you hurt me, even though I cried my heart out for you, even though I think about you all the time, I'm glad I'm happy without you. Even though eight months meant nothing to you, and I turned out to be less than what you needed, what you wanted, I'm happy. I'm happy right now. I'm glad I have my friends to support me. I'm glad you and me aren't us. I won't forget our first kiss. I won't ever forget the things we whispered to each other. I won't forget our hands, together. I won't forget sneaking out, and being out, and going out, and I won't forget how we got in trouble. I'll always remember your bed and its unending comfort. I'll always always remember your smell. But I won't miss it. I won't miss you.