Over It

I'd never have believed it would be this difficult to let you go. It's been two years, and I thought of you almost every day. I cried; never knowing why you left, or why you hated me. The books- I stopped reading them. My pictures- never looked at them. I couldn't bring myself to see anything that reminded me of you. Even at the skating rink, it was like you were there, glaring at me the whole time.

My friends hated you. Not because of whom you were, but because of what you did to me. For weeks, I was distraught. I did nothing. No talking, no reading, nothing. All I could do was think of how you looked at me, and wonder what I did to deserve it. It drove me crazy when I couldn't find the answer. Every dream, in one way or another, involved you. Never happy dreams though. They were always sad, where you were ripped away, again and again, without an explanation. It was painful, very day hurting more that the last. Through all the pain, it took me months to realize why it hurt so much.

Three months after you left, I realized I was hurting so much because I loved you.

Then the pain eased a little. I started reading again. The books brought back good memories of when you were here. I looked at my pictures. I went back to the skating rink. Everything just got easier. And finally, the pain just went away altogether. Something just clicked. I moved on.

Do I still think of you? Of course- love isn't forgotten that easily. When I think of you now, it's all smiles. I wonder where, you are, what you're doing, and most of all, if you remember me. When you were there, you brought me happiness. That's how I am now- happy- because I finally got over you. I'm finally moving on.