Dear MC

I think I'm over you now. I realize we broke it off 3 weeks ago. I still cry because of you. I still hold onto this useless hope you'll realize you miss me that way.

I've come to the conclusion, you aren't going to realize the great girl I am for you. We can remain friends, but you aren't at the level of best friend anymore.

I'm not going to talk to you daily, or even every other day. I'm not going to set aside time just to talk to you anymore. I'm not waking up an hour early just to talk to you. I'm not going to be the one to start 90% of our conversations anymore.

You say you miss me and my cats. No. You miss having someone to talk to. You miss having someone to tell all about your fish tanks. You miss someone asking about your day. You miss having someone know all about you, and every thought. You miss the millions of jokes we could find in a simple conversation. You miss me without my guards up.

They are up, and you'll be firmly behind the wall built especially to keep you out. That is where you chose to be. You chose to no longer be my rock. You chose not to know my life. You chose not to know about the shenanigans my cats get into.

From now on, I am moving on. I'm doing what makes me happy. I'm not waiting for you to realize the mistake you've made. You taught me that I deserve to be treated like a princess, now I'll have to find a man that treats me like a queen.

-No Longer Yours