My life

is controlling me. I wonder do you even care? And then that second thought comes to mind. Your "over it". You want to "move on". So okay i'm giving you that. I'm sorry i still talk about you like your my boyfriend. i can't get used to the idea. Until now. I'm over it. You don't want me to care, so i won't. I won't let you have that. I already can't feel. So might as well accept, you don't see me anymore. And that's okay, i'm not trying to make you feel bad. This is something you had to do. Something you needed to do. You don't need me apart of your life anymore, in that way. People change. I'm changing in this exact moment. This changed me. I'm hurt i'm sad i'm mad i'm confused. But feeling all this won't help anything. I don't need any more time. Time is already moving on without me. I can't even find me. Eventually i'll come back. I got everything you said. I respect your choice. At least we had the time we had. I'm letting it go. I have to. But I do want to be friends. I'm ready when you are, let me know.