i used to send you memes,
it's no longer a habit of my day.
i realized i haven't sent any in a while,
i miss our old ways.

All our beautiful moments are now nothing more than memories. We’re no longer going through it, all I can do is treasure these. I’ve always wished for what’s best for you, and I now realize that I’m not the best for you.

Thank you. Thank you for all the lessons you’ve taught me and the love you’ve shown. Thank you for the journey that has made us grown. Thank you for the little moments of intimacy that you and I shared. Thank you to that I met the ******* that beach three years ago, because she changed my life more than I could ever know.

Thank you for taking a chance on me. I’m grateful for the fact that we tried. I’m grateful for the little moments of joy that one or both of us cried. I’m grateful that you broke it off with clarity. I’m thankful you didn’t stay just because of familiarity. I’m thankful for the friendship we once had, the friendship that pushed through both the happy and the sad. But now it’s time to move on, in time I’ll find the One.

I want to forget, and I want to move on—but whenever I relapse I realize I’m not done. I don’t want to keep on sulking but it’s something I need to feel, my brain needs to tell my heart that our separation is real.

At that moment, the truth of all our feelings were exposed. And with that said, we decided our door should be closed.

Because maybe our success story isn’t us ending up together, but finding out that you and I aren’t meant for each other.