finally free.
It took somewhere between 3-4 years for me to do it, but everything’s finally gone. Deleted. Erased. Forever. I’m talking pictures, saved conversations, inside jokes, letters and poems and presents, phone numbers—everything’s permanently and completely deleted. I don’t know why I was holding on for so long; I guess part of me always wanted to know every “What if” and kept every door open. But I know that was all foolish. All that did was facilitate my horrid nostalgia moments. I’m past that now. I understand that there’s no reason to hold on anymore. I’m ready to face the future once and for all, and you know, if we were meant to be, then it’ll happen. But until then, as a wise friend told me, I should stop wasting my time on the past. He’s not thinking about us anymore. And now, neither am I.
I thought this would hurt, but I haven’t felt this lucid in a long time.
I’m done with it. I’m done with him. And now—now, I’m finally. Free.
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