I can't believe how we finally did it. I can't believe how we acted like nothing horrible ever happened between us.
Gone are the days when I want to tell you everything that's going on in my life. I no longer feel the need to tell you that awesome movie I watched, that song I just stumbled upon on Spotify, nor make you listen to all my stories about my silly dreams the moment I wake up. I no longer want to tell you about the new burger place that opened just across the street, or how our favorite restaurant changed their menu. Even those days when I just want to stay beside you are gone.
I used to waste the pages of my notebooks writing letters I would never send you. I used to waste ink writing poems for you but now, my trash bin is filled with notes gathering dust—notes that are meant for you.
I can't believe how we're finally putting everything behind now, as if we woke up from a long night of strange faces and stranger habits. Now, I'm standing in the place where it all started, taking a step back and looking at everything there ever was and everything there could have been.
I am here, looking at the whole picture of what we used to be. But I am no longer looking back. I am trying to look forward instead.
We're finally able to walk away from this. We finally did it, and I'm proud of us. But I am prouder of myself.
