I saw your Instagram story today. You looked...

I saw your Instagram story today. You looked happy. Happier than you ever looked with me. I know I should unfollow you. Delete your number. Block you on everything. But I can't. Not yet. Maybe I'm a masochist. Or maybe I'm just not ready to accept that this is really over. We used to talk about forever. Marriage. Kids. Growing old together. Now we don't talk at all. And I don't know how to process that. I miss you. But I also miss who I was before I met you. Before I shaped myself into someone you might love more. Before I lost myself trying to keep you. So this is goodbye. Not because I want it to be. But because I know it has to be.