It's been six months since you left. I thought my world was crashing down around me, and I had no idea how I could continue my life without you. I was lost, and devastated, and pathetic. I continued to text you and tried everything I could to win you back. I told you I loved you, still ran to you when I had bad days, even tried to kiss you when I saw you for the first time since we ended things in hopes you'd miss me. I still told people you were my best friend, because I thought you were, and always would be.

Then one day, you changed. You became cold and selfish, and suddenly I knew you were no longer the person I used to love. You began ignoring me when I needed a friend, you rubbed your new relationship right in my face, and you allowed your new partner to contact me in a condescending and demeaning manner. I had a few choice words for you, but kept them to myself until I was filled to the brim with anger and hatred that I had never felt until I realized what you'd become. So I unleashed. I said mean things to you, about you, and that was immature, but I'm not sorry. I spoke the truth about how I felt, which was something you always encouraged me to do. That was the day I truly lost you, and the day I realized you weren't worth the pain.

I cried myself to sleep for so many nights, and checked your social media pages just because I missed you and wanted to see how you were doing. But eventually the tears stopped, the curiosity about your life was gone, and the joy I felt when I thought about you was completely erased from my mind. You were merely part of a chunk of my life that was at one point great, but now you're a memory, just like the others. I tucked away your pictures and the gifts you bought me in a shoe box under my bed, and said my final farewell. I can't hate you, no matter how hard I try. I'll always care about your well-being, but not enough to get into contact with you. I hope your life is going well. I hope you're happy, and I hope you're living life to the fullest. I hope you've changed your ways and your bad habits, because I always knew you were better than what consumed you.

So here I am, six months later. I'm not in love, I'm not involved with anyone, and I'm no longer sad. Instead, I've taken this time to find myself. I've found happiness in the darkest of times, and I love myself so much harder than you ever did. I'm prospering, and my life is so full of happiness and affection that I wonder why I ever let you come first. I'm finally in charge of my life, and I am taking it by storm. I'm young, and I'm beautiful, and I survived the past six months, even though I thought I wouldn't. So here's to the next six months without you, and six months after that, and six months after that. I don't need you anymore.