later, while my sister and i were driving home, i couldn't help but think, "a bruised knee is better than a broken heart."

i feel so free without him. i feel like a weight has been lifted, like i can breathe. it's amazing in the most sincerest way. yeah, i think about him every now and then (you can't forget someone you used to be so emotionally entangled with), but it's not an obsessive thing anymore. it's not an addiction, it's not something i need.

i'm moving on from what we had, letting go of who he was to me, and realizing that life is more beautiful this way. it really is. at the beginning of january, i would have argued with you and said, "no, i don't think you know what you're talking about." but i think it was the smartest thing we could have done for ourselves. i've grown so much without him. i can't imagine what i'd be if he was still in my life. to be perfectly honest, i really don't want to think about it. that's how much better off i feel, how much happier and more content i am with myself and my choices.

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