I’m not done with you yet.
Part of me is still naively hoping that we just need time apart and that this is just a temporary break. Which is ridiculous because today was the happiest I’ve been in a what seems like a long time. I keep telling myself that I’m completely over it-and maybe I am. Maybe this is just the beginnings of loneliness creeping back into me. I haven’t been alone in a while, so this can be a good thing.
It was the right thing to do, but I miss you.
