I guess I still need to constantly remind myself that trying to reconnect with you is pointless. At least for now anyways. I don’t need you in my life, and everyone was right when they told me that time would heal everything. I must admit that I sometimes wonder how you are, where you are, and who’s loving you now. But then I snap back into reality, and I remember that I shouldn’t keep returning to the past. I have a very bright future ahead of me, and it’ll shine just as brightly with you in it or not.
I’ve decided you’re not worth it. I won’t shed another tear over you. Why on earth would I cry over someone who could care less about me? That only makes me seem pathetic. And I’m not. I never was. I was only in love with someone who didn’t have the capability of loving me back.