I’m at the point now where I’m fine with you, and I’m fine with the fact that you’re not here anymore. I don’t really get upset when people talk about you, and I don’t really get choked when I talk about you. It feels really good to finally be over this terrible cloud that’s been hanging over my head, but there’s still a tiny sliver of me that’s holding on.
It’s more tolerable now, and I can go on living properly, holding this tiny sliver in my head. I don’t know if it’ll go away, and frankly, it doesn’t matter if it does or doesn’t. All I know is that I’m fine with everything now, and I’m alright. Sure sometimes you think of what could’ve been, and you think of the things you did wrong, but at this point, I really don’t see the point. It’s so far in the past now, so why should I drill on it?
I may get reminiscent once in awhile, but I know in confidence I can do so with a smile. I hope you do as well, even when you’re off and gone with other people. Just know that you made me smile, and I hope you’ll remember me as someone who did that for you as well.