Its Over.

I still haven't deleted your text messages. I know it's time. I need to start moving on. And I thought I was doing so well. I've been lighting up all week because some boy has been truly interested in getting to know me. And then you had to say that one little thing last night. You had to prove to me that you care. You can stop that now. I don't care if you worry about me and still think about me. You are the one who called things off. You are the one who left, okay? So you don't get to be the one who worries and shows it. If you worried enough, we would still be together. But we're not, and that's finally okay with me. I'm finally smiling again. The tears have stopped coming on a regular basis. I'm still in love with you. But I'm not going to sit here wishing that you will want me back. I never use to be that girl. You were the first guy who had me so wrapped up in him that I fell apart to you. I'm usually so much stronger than that. So here it goes. You let me go, and if it was so hard, you shouldn't have done it. But you did. And that means you need to understand that when you let me go, you let go the right to tell me to wear a winter coat. You let go the right to tell me to sleep and drink fluids and take care of myself. You have no say in what I do.