Over You.

It's official. I am over you. I suppose when ever I see you, I'll feel a tug on my heart, and there will always be some love for you somewhere inside of me. But I'll never be able to date you again. I know this because.... when I heard those rumours... I didn't automatically dismiss them as untrue. I actually gave careful consideration to the fact, that they could be very true. It didn't surprise me when I though that. Which is when I knew that us ever dating again would be terrible for both of us. I'll still stay friends. I'll still visit. I'll still always love your family...my other family. I still sleep over. But I can't do a relationship or sex anymore. It won't work. It hasn't worked. Now that I've realised this, I'm just not as interested, and I appear to be more confident. Other guys are noticing me, liking me, and I guess that makes me feel like I don't need to run back to you anymore. Because that's what we were doing. Just kept running back. (Cue Jessica Mauboy's song). It was toxic. Not healthy. It screwed my emotional state up for quite a while. I didn't feel good. But now... I'm feeling better. Much better. I don't miss you. Not talking to you everyday doesn't hurt. I'm moving on, slowly but surely. I hope you can realise that it was destroying us, what we had. I'm not sorry. It's for the better for both of us. That is true. I hope you can see it. I'll still love you. But in a different way.

Rosalinda xoxo