So I guess this is the part where I let you go. The part when I accept that we’re never going to be friends again and move on with my life. This is the part where I stop caring about you as much and move on.
And I’m weirdly okay with this. You haven’t cared about me in a very long time, so I guess it’s just time I stopped caring about you. That part of my life is over and I can now let go of any hope I had of us fixing things. I just hope that this will be good for me and not make me despair… Well I guess we’ll just find out won’t we. I suppose I’ve know for a while that this day would come but being told about it in the same conversation as I was being told how much I’ve grown hit home for me… I don’t know if I want to be friends with people who think so negatively of me and I’m done being the one who holds onto hope. I’m letting go.