That I would be fine tomorrow and I am. Last night was almost theraputic in a way. I could let it go... and be happy that I am letting it go. I would have done anything for that man. One intelligent conversation could have helped it. But it didn't happen. I am accepting that I got fucked over. It was half my fault. But the place that I landed after falling away from him was so much better than before I met him. He could say fuck all about it afterwards... blame me... not care anymore... he probably moved on after a week of me being gone... rip at the scar he is creating to protect himself from his real feelings... but I left him. I got out. I changed my life again. And now it's time to let it go.
"I wanna heal... I wanna feel... what I thought was never real..."
"Thanks for acting like you cared.. and making me feel like I was the only one... It's nice to know we had it all.. Thanks watching as I fall... and letting me know we were done."
"You had me, you lost me, you're wasted, you cost me... I don't want you here messing with my mind."
"If I just breathe, let it fill the space between, I'll know everything is alright..."
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