I still hold memories of you close to my heart. It would be disingenuous to claim that I'm completely over you. The truth is, I still miss you. However, this difference doesn't bring sadness; rather, it serves as a reminder of my journey of healing and growth.

Hidden within the depths of my laptop, I keep our pictures because they hold a special place in my heart, representing a chapter of my life that I cherish. The gifts you gave me on birthdays and anniversaries remain in my possession, and I have no intentions of discarding them. They serve as precious tokens of our shared moments.

When thoughts of you cross my mind, I smile. I can't help but laugh when I reminisce about the foolishness we both displayed. Yet, I still shed tears when I recall the moments of pain you caused me.

Yes, thoughts of you still occupy my mind, but it doesn't mean I yearn to return to you. I refuse to let our last memory be one of bitter fights and eternal silence. When others inquire about our past, I don't want anger to consume me. Instead, I choose to celebrate the joyous memories we once shared.

Years from now, when asked about us, I want to smile and calmly say, "It wasn't meant to be." I have no desire to prove anyone wrong or right. I understand that neither of us was entirely at fault or in the right. We lived happily together for a time, and I wanted our journey to end on a positive note.

I didn't want to wait until the love turned into resentment. It was best, at that moment, to bid farewell to our relationship and part as "known strangers."

Yes, I'm still not completely over you, but I also recognize that being together is not what I truly desire. And I have no regrets about us. You brought countless smiles to my face, filling my life with laughter that made my stomach ache. You loved me and cared for me deeply.

Indeed, you were a wonderful person, but ultimately, we were not destined to be together.