Who has mastered the art of letting go, when every time goodbye begs on you it always feels like the first time …

Why was it hard letting go of you?

It was because you made me feel real. You made me feel like I have someone to open up to … to open my whole self to. You made me feel like you understood me. You made me feel less lonely. You made me feel beautiful.

What made me realize that it was no longer good for me being with you?

It was the acceptance of the fact that hurt the most: there was never “us.” And it made me feel ugly for trying so hard to make the pretense a reality.

It was the realization that I was being used as an emotional therapist.

It was the realization that I can’t be the “other” person because I deserve more than that. Most of all, I never am and never will be a relationship-wrecker.

It’s the realization that you’re not the man I thought you were and that I can’t keep being unselfish and accept people as they are.

It’s realization that I need myself. I need to be kind to myself.

How did I get over you?

It was these questions that did the trick:

Is this what I want to become?
Is this what I want to feel or willing to feel for the rest of my life?
Is this all there is that’s left of me?
Do I deserve this?
How is this affecting me now?
Have I worked so hard just to be like this?
Do I like myself now?

How did I get over you? I wish it was like something done in a romantic way … like I did it for you, I did it because I love you, or I did it because it would make you happy, because you’re happier with someone else. But it wasn’t anything like that.

How did I get over you?

It was simple. I made a choice.