It's hard watching you just go on with your life. I know you're better off without me, and you're probably happier, too. I just miss you.

It's not quite the same since we parted. I find myself staring at the ceiling for hours, skipping more meals, spending less time on social media and more time sleeping. Because now I don't have you to fill up that time. So now talking has been replaced with staring, laughing has been replaced with starving, social media has been replaced with solitude, and happiness has been replaced with sleep.

I still stand by my choice though. I know it was right to let you go. I just have to figure out how I can keep moving forward, and not stray back to your path. I have to make my own, going my own way.