I can't say i possibly miss the one person who broke me internally. Right?

I don't think of you. But, today's exceptional.

I can't help but wonder if it means something. A phone call, a text message, an internet note – are you anticipating communication?

Instead, I write.

For two seconds I wonder if I made the right choice. Then I look around and realize there would never have been a place for you here. I created this space for another – any other way would feel wrong. Still, you haunt me. What do you want from me? More apologies? Nagging guilt? For me to admit that I was nothing but wrong? I will not apologize for living. I will not apologize for loving someone other than you. The guilt? It went out the window when you said you didn't care.

Honestly, neither did I.

I will never, ever, ever regret the goodbye.