RandomBlather

So I found out today that a few days after you dropped me, you declared that you and the guy I thought you were cheating on me with were telling everyone you were dating. That was four months ago, and I found out today. I also found out that he treats you like , is mean to you and is dating other people. And you know what I felt? Nothing. No smug vindication or sense of moral victory. No relentless, burning anger, or any desire to throw on my shining armour and ride to your rescue. Just a shrug, and a "Her choice." In retrospect, it was a good feeling.

Have barely thought about you in weeks, and last night BAM! There you were in my head again. Funny thing is, I didn't feel sad for too long. I'm moving on, dating, and generally life without you is fine. Days like yesterday are getting rarer and rarer. In fact, they're almost non-existent. I hope you're well. I'm doing great.

Thirty days' NC, and I'm desperate to call you, text you, Skype you.... whatever, just contact you in some way because I want to talk. Then I realise I want to talk because I'm lonely, and I want you back. But there's been thirty days' NC for a reason. You haven't contacted me either. Heck, I'm sure you've been having a whale of a time. But you know what? I have been too. I'm fit, healthy, looking great and I've dated a few times since. Sadly, none of them were you, and deep down I still wish they were.