Turns out, we're not at odds, I just thought we were. You wanted me to make the first move. All this time you've actually loved me enough not to enable me but to push me and challenge me to make a decision for you, to love on you, and to once again make you mine.

If hurting me was truly one of the hardest things she ever had to do in her life, surely she wouldn’t be with someone else so quickly. There would be no possible way her heart could be in that place. It must not have been hard at all. I wish I had been worth an in-person breakup, and a time of healing, but I wasn’t. Yet she doesn’t ask, she demands that I believe her. I want to. But I don’t.