Dear him

I don’t miss you. I want you to stop texting me but telling you that means giving you the contact I know you still want. I moved on. I loved you but I don’t anymore and I can’t do that again. I have been so much happier since we broke up and I wish you would just let me go. I’m with someone else now, it’s not something you’ll see on Instagram if you still look at my profile, but I’m happy. For the first time in a long time I love life and myself and I don’t feel guilty for wanting things emotionally or physically. You never meant to make me feel like that, but you didn’t know who you were or where you were going and I couldn’t do that. The thing I hate most, is that I considered giving up my dreams for you. Love is supposed to be a compromise but you made me feel guilty for knowing exactly what I wanted to do and exactly where I wanted to be after college. It makes me feel sick when I think about it. So please let me go. I will not text you back, so stop texting me playlists and asking to pray for me. I do not care.