People come and go. Badabing badaboom. If it’s not meant to be, it’s not meant to be. Things cannot go back and nothing will bend backward against time.
It’s funny how I’ve forgotten the things I used to tell myself—things never stay the same and things always change, but at the end of the day, I am strong—how could I have been so wise and prophetic a year ago and so stupid and pathetic this year?
I somehow knew in the pit of my stomach at the beginning of the year—in the summer, right before school started—that things would not last.
My gut was right.
I will never question it again.
Right now, it is telling me that I need to stop staying around waiting for people and things and just move forward without them. If we are meant to cross paths again, we will. If not, fuck it—it was great while it lasted, but I won’t dwell on it.
This is the ultimate thank you, fuck you, and farewell.
Another chapter has ended and I’m not the slightest bit sorry to see it go. I wish you all all the best. I have more important things out there waiting for me—people to meet, places to go, and dreams to achieve. I’ve also remembered that nothing and nobody can destroy or change this part of me: I am strong.It's the best decision I've made this year.
I'm a bit happier again and also a little more insightful.