dear st. elmo #3
I keep writing and thinking and writing and remembering…all as a way to help me move on. I need to keep reminding myself that you are not the one for me. I need to take these thoughts and put them in writing so that I can see them and revisit them. It’s not so much a matter of convincing myself that we aren’t right for one another. I know that. I know that oh so well now. But you know what? At the end of the day, you were someone that I was deeply in love with. All the shit that you may have said or done or vice versa is just stuff. The bottom line is that I loved you. And while I am moving on, I’m not over you yet.
I know you are dating someone else now…you’re moving on in the only way you know how. But are you over me yet? Do I still haunt your dreams and daily life? You would probably answer that yes, you are completely over me. But the person that I knew so well this past year would never be able to get over our relationship so soon. I just wish you could be more honest with yourself.