Sometimes you lose people, and there’s just nothing that you can do about it. Sometimes you lose something that you love. Sometimes you’re replaced by someone else and shifted to a not-so-important place in that one confidant’s heart. Sometimes relationships change and you end up feeling a little bit lonely. Sometimes you just aren’t the right fit, you just aren’t the soul that that other person needs.
I worked on this all day. And it was the worst experience ever. Nothing was going right with this mesh. Bone assignments didn’t stick. Morphs exploded (so there isn’t any) And recoloring was a bitch because of the painted on back piece. I’m glad it’s over.
He asked me why I hate him.
Truth is, I don’t hate him. I never have.
But I’d rather have him think that I hate him than tell him the truth.
Because you see, I’m trying to move on. I’m trying to leave everything behind. And I’ve forgiven him, I really have.
But talking to him reminds me of everything that I’m trying to let go of.
Our memories. Our conversations. Our bond.
And talking to him now is nothing like before.
There is no bond. There is no relationship. There is no interest.
We’re just two people, who are so used to each other, that they just can’t seem to let go.
So, I don’t hate him. It’s the complete opposite actually.
I love him. so much.
All I want for him is to be happy. Genuinely happy.
and I know that letting him go will accomplish that for him.