Today I woke up and I’m a little better. My feelings don’t hurt as much and that’s an improvement. I don’t feel as if I’m gonna break down any given second or as if I’m upset. I’m ok. And I know even that doesn’t sound good but it sure doesn’t sound bad. I’m accepting things and taking it all one day at a time. I was furious, in the beginning and I can’t lie even now I still am. But what good does it do me to have this anger picking at me? I’m handling my feelings instead of letting them control me. I realized last night, as I couldn’t sleep and had all these thoughts running through my head, that if I let you go it was only going to be better for me. And I did. After two years I’ve broken what I felt for you and I may not be over you but I’m not in love with you. I honestly from the bottom of my heart hope you’re doing great and if you were to end up with her even better. I don’t know why I was such an ass. But what’s done is done and everything’s been said. All I know is it’s made me a wiser person today and I hope I can only grow from it.