the book of heartbreak

day 48

That's it then, it's officially over.

You've decided that I'm not the right one and I've decided that I don't need you to be happy. I don't need you in that way, at least.

We're still best friends which I'm thankful for because I still love you. You're an amazing person and you still mean the world to me and I hate myself for ruining this but I'm surprisingly alright.

You made me lose some of my good friends because you didn't allow me to talk to them. I guess you were worried and protective, but I can be friends with them now. You can't control me anymore.

I've decided to rid boys from my life for a long time and only be friends with them, because surprisingly they're the best at listening. They will listen to you bitch about unimportant things and will offer support when you're upset, much more than most girls would.

I don't need you, and you don't need me. I'll live with that.

Maybe I've become more heartless and I've learned not to care as much after my initial heartbreak forty eight days ago. But I'm healing. I'm better. I don't miss him anymore, and I won't miss you.

Or maybe it's not being heartless; maybe it's just becoming stronger.