i breathe in, i breathe out.

i thought i'd miss you more. for real. i mean, there's a lot of history there. maybe i wanted to miss you because of that history. but i actually don't. i think it's crazy. i mean i actually stopped missing you. it's hard to believe you can stop missing someone you love. i just don't. i miss the way we used to be, but that was a really long time ago. i have thought about you here and there, when i tell a favorite story. but i don't miss you. i just wonder why i'm talking about you and change the subject. it's funny, you know. the way things change. the way people change. i had a shitty day, and for once, i didn't think of you and how much better i'd feel if i talked to you. i just went on without you. it felt good, really good. i was worried about making the right choice. but i think i did. i think this will be better for me. and maybe you too.