Just when I thought I was okay with having you out of my life I have found that I do miss you. I miss talking with you and I miss hearing your voice. I’m starting to question if I should have handled things differently, but I felt it was the right thing to do at the time. I had to save me, which meant I had to let you go. I didn’t feel I could do both. The thought of you being out of my life is weighing heavy on my heart, but I am well aware that if I were to try to open that door nothing would change I would still be running someone else’s race. I can’t do that, my heart and soul can’t take that.
I keep telling myself that I don’t need you, and obviously you didn’t need me.
I still love you and I think that is the thing that is hurting me.