let her go

in my life.

looking at her makes me shiver.

she didn’t move to the neighborhood… but there’s a rumor she might. well now i can shop and eat blissfully confident that there will be no drama-filled run-ins. or at least embarrassing run-ins. we’d probably i999999999999u8 uhh that was the kitty putting her two cents in. where was i? oh, right, if we did see each other, we’d probably crawl over each other trying to get to the exit!

she moved into my neighborhood.

this pisses me off to no end.

fuck. can’t even go to the store without panicking that we’ll run into each other.

Sleeping with her boyfriend was not properly the way to let her go. I used to have gumption, but somehow couldn’t go through with the act. He told me I must not be that aggressive about exacting my revenge. To which I shrugged, said nothing, and left, wishing I had.

‘But that’s ok,’ I told my feet on the walk to my car. ‘As long as she’s gone.’

I can just be. And let her go.