You don't even realize how much you hurt me. I thought you would always be there, but here I am without you. You said you would always love me, but I'm not sure if you ever did. You said you would never leave, but you did.

I hardly even remember the good times we used to have. I know things weren't always as crappy as they are now. I know you weren't always this way. People change. I've accepted that, but it doesn't make it hurt any less.

You changed from the person I once loved into this person I hardly recognize. When I do see you, it's like you're a completely different person, and what memories I do have are just fiction.

Sometimes I see you out in public. Maybe you're at the stop sign in front of me. Maybe you're a few isles down in the grocery store. Maybe we are at the same function, but we don't speak.

The only times we've talked in years has been superficial conversations to keep up appearances. I tried to fix this brokenness between us, but you wanted no part in it. I couldn't do it alone.

Almost a year ago now, I gave up. I accepted the fact that we would never be in each other's lives. I don't try to fix things anymore.

The real you, the you I loved, is gone. I accepted that person is never coming back. You have made that painfully clear.

We've had more bad times than good. I have more memories of times I needed you, and you weren't there than times when you were.

I can't remember the last time we hugged. The last time we said "I love you". The last time we had an honest moment. The last time we weren't strangers.

I still wish I could change this. I wish I could bring you back. I know I can't.

You wanted me to be someone I wasn't. To do things I didn't want to do. To turn into someone else just like you did, but I wouldn't do it.

I wish I could forgive you for all of the horrible things you've said and done, but I'm not that strong. I may never be that strong, but I know one thing.

I know that I am strong enough to live without you.