Time heals everything, that’s what they say. But when we split up, I couldn’t believe that the pain would ever go away or that I’d ever stop loving you. It hurt me so much when you didn’t acknowledge my letters.
But time *has* healed me. I got to thinking about how you acted towards me, the tone of voice you used when speaking to me, and the more I thought the more I realized I didn’t like you very much. And the more I realized I didn’t like you, the more I stopped loving you.
I don’t love you anymore. When I think of you it’s with indifference. I no longer care what you’re doing, who with, or where. As long as it’s away from me.
I think you were quite surprised when I called you today. There was only one reason for the call and that was to give you the option of having your car back. I know it was a gift, and you told me often enough I could do what I liked with it, but I felt it was only courteous to check. Ok, I’ll be honest; I had to cover my back. You’re so devious I couldn’t risk just getting rid of it.
The thing that really struck me was the way you spoke to me. For five months you’ve cut me dead and yet here you were chatting away as if we were old friends. You have no right to speak to me like that. If you’d wanted friendship, you could have had it, I offered it to you often enough. But you couldn’t be bothered. Well, I can’t be bothered either.
Amazing as it may be to you I *can* live without you. In fact, my life has been a hundred percent better since you left it. You have no right to ask me how I’m feeling. You have no right to ask me anything anymore.
If you really cared you’d have asked earlier. And you didn’t. But if you really want to know I’ll tell you, although you might not like the answer. I’m fine. Better than ever.
Because you’re not in my life anymore.
I Grieve... 