This is strange. I feel numb towards you now. I’ve dealt with the issues surrounding me and you in therapy and I kind of, don’t wish you were dead anymore.
It’s a completely new feeling, total apathy towards you. Hopefully, it is obvious that I still don’t want to talk about you. I used to not want to talk about you because it was a bit like rubbing salt into the wound but now it’s that I don’t care.
Your life bores me but I don’t hate you. I don’t wanna hear about you but I don’t hate you. I don’t care about you but I don’t hate you. We’ll never talk again but I don’t hate you.
I hope you lead a happy life, just far away from me. I hope you don’t die alone and I hope you like to see old age, but I won’t be spilling any tears. I am done crying over you.
I’ve found the people who I’m supposed to be with and I know now that it never really included you or her. So thank you, you did me a favour. I’ve grown, I’ve matured, I’m me now.