How To Move

13

  I haven't thought about you in a while. I'm in a really good place right now. I'm not with anybody and I don't feel like you're apart of me anymore.

  The more I look at the previous letters I've written, I realize how much of a jerk you really were. You will always be attached to my heart by a thin string that can never be cut, but you shouldn't be apart of me and there is one last thing I need to do before you no longer hold that one place in my heart that is so vulnerable and unbearable. 

  I forgive you . . .

  I've said it out loud and it matters, even though you can't hear me. That's okay. I didn't do it for you. I did it for me. I'm doing this because the only thing that truly kept me thinking about you, kept me so attached, was my anger. 

  Our relationship became my anger and I didn't realize it until after you left. 

  I have a secret.

  When you left, I felt relieved. I realized how much tension left my body. 

  We were so in love, but it wasn't something that made me happy. By the end, kissing was your best quality, and it distracted me from every other annoying part about you. You were great. You were amazing, but you came with a price that I am never willing to pay again. 

  Don't worry.
  When I can talk to you for real, that's when this is over. . When I am totally happy again with myself, that's when this is over.

It's just me, just for a little while.

                                                                 Just for a little while, it's just me.