I’m headed to an apmt here shortly. The goal is to move on from you. I have to stop this obsession. I can’t stay here frozen in time thinking about you. You’re not coming back. You’ve made that quite clear in your lack of response to my many attempts to reach out.

I dreamt of you again last night. Maybe for the last time. I was 9months pregnant with your baby. It was dead and I was going to have to give birth to it. I’m sure that carries some meaning.

No one will ever love you like I did. I believe you know that.