In two days it will be exactly six months since we broke up. A while back, when I realised I really wasn't coping and I didn't have a lot of control over how I was feeling or what I needed to do, I made myself a promise.
I promised myself I could fall apart as much as I needed to, and I decided to forgive myself if I did things I really wasn't proud of, like contacting you even though you'd told me not to. I also committed to consciously doing things to live my life as fully as I could - my holiday, buying my home, other things.
And I set a time limit - six months.
Time's up. It's time to let you go.
I promised myself I could fall apart as much as I needed to, and I decided to forgive myself if I did things I really wasn't proud of, like contacting you even though you'd told me not to. I also committed to consciously doing things to live my life as fully as I could - my holiday, buying my home, other things.
And I set a time limit - six months.
Time's up. It's time to let you go.
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