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There comes a time when we stop loving someone, not because
they also stopped loving us, but because we've found that they'd be happier if we let go.
so it's been around three months now since we broke up, it's taken me this long to finally understand that this is how things are supposed to be. i lost a lot along the way, but i've gained even more. for the first time in almost 15 months i can actually say i'm content with not having you around; not because i never loved you but because its what i know i have to do. i'm bettering myself, i'm doing what's best suited for me. us together was like fire & gasoline. i love you, i have from the first time i ever laid eyes on you, and i probably always will. you've been shitty to me, but i don't hold that against you and i never really will; i've forgiven you. some would say you don't deserve that much from me, but i beg to differ. regardless of how you've treated me, i know the real you that not everyone gets to see. they don't see the person that i fell completely in love with.