Growth
Never have I expected to outgrow you. Nor ever once the thought of you leaving would become a dream come true. It was true, I loved you. Or, just like my psychologist said, it was never you in the first place. Maybe, and I quote, "I just love the idea that I created about you." I let you go, Boo. I let go of my selfishness, I let go of my anger, I let go of my unmeet desires. It was never been easy to move forward, not when you left me with such a deep wound. I finish my grievance. I chose peace within myself. The idea of you would always fill the void inside me. The holes that were not there, yet now you left it empty. I was never incomplete, Boo. You did not complete me, I am complete, and always am. Yet trapped in a lengthy complicated cognitive dissonance. I blame your apathy, your logical fallacies, and your egos. I was grossed with the reality that I never needed you. I thanked you a lot in the past, yet appreciation was never your choice. I would stop thanking you, m...