It’s kind of ironic I’m having such a good day today. I realised this morning, pushed it aside out of respect, but then it popped back into my head at lunch. First time in six years I’m not going to wish you a happy birthday. A part of me wonders if you aren’t waiting for it like you did every year. Even at our worst it was the one day a year I wouldn’t ignore you, couldn’t ignore you. It made me happy to know it made your day because you were my whole life once. The first person to ever break through to me, to show me I was truly wrong, the reason that led to all this self reflection and change. But then you came back one more time, and it finally sunk in I didn’t need you anymore, didn’t need to make you happy to give myself value. It showed me once and for all just how much I’d changed in 5 years. So I won’t wish you a happy birthday, won’t ever text you, call you, e-mail you again. It’s sad but it’s not, cause life goes on and I have no regrets. I really hope you have the greatest day, cause that’s who I am, but I don’t need you to know it, I don’t ever need to be a part of your life again, and I’m fine with that.

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