I never thought I had unfinished business with you.
I really, truly believed I had let it all go.
The drama, the betrayal, the fact that you played single while we were together (which, by the way, was hilarious in the dumbest way possible).
For years, I was chill. I could joke about you.
I could sit across from you at gatherings and not feel a thing. I thought I had won.
And then… my body decided to betray me.
That night, when I suddenly collapsed, paralyzed, crying hysterically for no reason... Yeah, turns out my nervous system had been holding onto you like an expired trauma subscription I forgot to cancel.
Was it spiritual? Was it science? Honestly, who knows. But what I do know is that my body did a whole dramatic exorcism on my behalf, and I didn’t even ask for it.
So, I guess this is the final step.
Not because I still care. Not because I miss anything.
But because I refuse to let my subconscious hold onto one more ounce of emotional residue from you.
I don’t need closure, because I already got it
The moment I laughed when the truth came out
The moment I hit "send" on that breakup text
The moment my life became something so much bigger than what we were.
So this? This is just me deleting the last hidden file in the system.
You were part of my past, but you have no space in my future.
Not even in my subconscious. Not even in my body anymore.
So goodbye, for real this time.
Sincerely,
P
