I see it as a before and after, you know?

Maybe when im older I look back at this and see it as my turning point.

Who knows?

The way it is all coming out now, this one was for the best.

I'll never believe that this happened because of that night. Sure, I fucked up, I do it a lot, but this wasnt because of that. The way you are now, I think its safe to say that you dont need me anymore, and there was no way I could change that. This was inevitable and thats my saving grace. This is a good thing after all.

So I'll cut the crying and the moping.

I love you, and I miss you already.

And Ill remember to smile when I see you.

And then I'll turn my head away.

(Thank you.)

And with this post, lets hope that this story is over, not because I want it to be over, but because, like she said, and I begin to understand now, its for the best.