The Worst Part

It just came to me, the worst part of the break-up... I couldn't put my finger on it 'til just now.

Knowing she's completely fine without you and has seemingly forgotten your existence, remaining the same before, during, and after she met you - you leaving no footprint in her life, your entire time together meaning nothing in the end. And you, being left a pitiful wreck after she's come and gone, self-hating and weak, thinking you were much stronger in the face of adversity.

And they call it being dumped. I now realize how accurate of a verb that is.

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Sorry. Late nights do no good for me anymore.jy5wutitrshhjtr

I know where my comfort lies, I just can't grasp it right now.