the last few days of that last year were the last i'd feel the way i did about you.  
this past year has been a struggle because of your wretched absence, however there are new opportunities for the both of us.  your life will go on, and so will mine.  i don't really know why this doesn't hurt, since i feel like it should.  maybe we really weren't meant for each other.  it's hard to tell now, and i'd rather not think about it.  i know it will make me miss you.
now looking at the emotional scars you left me i wonder why i ever let you get to me that much.  the spirit inside me would normally never let someone as beautiful and charming as you get to it.  however, now that you are "gone", so to speak, you truly are a thing of my past.  your pacific ocean eyes aren't as blue as i thought they were.  the pacific ocean isn't as crystal clear as i'd made it out to be.  the atlas of this journey you've taken me on is nothing but one long, twisted road.  difficult to maneuver through, and pretty ******* confusing.  the changing of the last digit of the year is going to bring changes in you, in me, in everything.  i loved you, or at least i thought i did.  you taught me a lot.  i  appreciate all you've done for me. metaphorically, you were the only light i thought i had, but now, i'm basking in the sunlight.