to someone who will likely never read it:
look, i don't really care if i ever see you again. really. i'm over you.
that said, do we still need to act immaturely? it's been over a fucking year. i can see you and say hello and smile and we can exchange pleasantries without making things awkward for either one of us. i let you (or more accurately the memory of you) rule over my life for a while. you've stopped me from doing a lot of things.
but no, scratch that. i stopped me. i'm finished with that.
one more new leaf turned over.
that said, do we still need to act immaturely? it's been over a fucking year. i can see you and say hello and smile and we can exchange pleasantries without making things awkward for either one of us. i let you (or more accurately the memory of you) rule over my life for a while. you've stopped me from doing a lot of things.
but no, scratch that. i stopped me. i'm finished with that.
one more new leaf turned over.