I felt you cut our soul tie. Or at least actively disengage. You're no longer with me in the back of my mind. I still think of you, although it's different now. It's disappointing and hard to accept, but I respect your choice.

I'm not devastated that you're choosing to forget I exist. I don't see myself as part of a whole, as a fraction of a person because I miss you. You won't catch me crying into my pillow for you to come back. Don't misunderstand, I love you. But I love myself more. And so I'm not heartbroken. I'm just... sad.

I won't ever be over you. I won't ever be over us. If things ever change, I hope you reach out. We're both keen on burning bridges as masochistic self destruction. There are no embers here. The bridge still stands. You have an open invitation to cross it. But I'm not waiting for you.