I actually talked about you yesterday. I opened up and told a good friend about our “relationship”, if that’s what you want to call it. I wasn’t bitter, I wasn’t agnry, I was confused. I am still confused about what happened, but you know what? I’ve moved on. When I was talking about you, it was like it was another lifetime. I am stronger and wiser because of you and I know more of what I want, and don’t want, for the future. It was kind of eye-opening to see how strong and independent I really am.

Why do people have to mention your name to me like it’s supposed to mean something to me? You are no longer in my life, (and to be quite honest) you never really were too much. I tried not to wince when your name was brought up. I kept a smiling face and pretended like nothing had happened. But why? Can’t I just completely forget about? Like 100%?

Is there a little alarm going off that I am over it and happy? Right when I forget about you, you have to show up again. You haven’t talked to me in months, and you decide that now is the best time? Why?

It’s kind of funny how your feelings have changed so drastically over a couple of months.

(Source: camiwiseman)

We don’t talk for a long time, you come and say just a few words and you’ve got me smiling again. You don’t know what you do to me, and that’s sad.

(Source: my-biggest-dream)