That post, the one about 6 months ago wanting the person to stay..The math is off. Also, about love? It’s platonic. I do not want anything romantic with her. Not now. Not ever. I’ve realized so much was wrong there, a sickening amount that I didn’t let myself see. I was literally blind to it.

I don’t fully dislike her. I want to have a level of friendship. But its not the same.. Nothing is.

I’m not sorry that my feelings have evolved. Not at all. We’re all better off this way. Things got better. Life got better. I can breathe again and I feel great.

I’m actually glad you didn’t stay. I’m frighteningly glad I didn’t take you back.

I’m happier about those decisions than I thought possible. And right now I’m happier with this adorably sweet and incredibly beautiful, honestly downright fucking wonderful woman, than I had at all anticipated being possible.

Good love is out there and I’m caught up in it in the best sort of way.

I find it cute.

When the person you like texts you goodmorning or calls you. Leaves you messages. Checks up on you all the time, just to see if you’re alright. Gets worried about you and everything. I actually don’t find that annoying. I know some people do feel suffocated. But I love it when someone does that. Keeps me smiling for days. It just shows, that you are thinking about me. That you care.

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Source: chiimargarita