It's been two months and I still reach for my...

It's been two months and I still reach for my phone to text you when something good happens. Old habits die hard I guess. I'm not writing this because I want you back. I'm writing this because I need closure. I need to say the things I couldn't say when you were standing in my apartment packing your stuff. You weren't a bad person. We just weren't right for each other. And that's okay. It hurts like hell but it's okay. Thank you for the memories. Thank you for teaching me what I deserve. Thank you for leaving before we destroyed each other completely. I'm letting you go now. For real this time.