I didn’t wish her a Merry Christmas.

I didn’t wish her a Happy New Year.

I didn’t wish her a Happy Birthday.

She didn’t notice.

It doesn’t hurt as much as I thought it would this time.

I’m the one who always reaches out. I’m the one who tries so hard to resuscitate a friendship that has long been dead, because I haven’t been able to let go.

I am ready to officially call it quits. I don’t have the energy to give to someone who doesn’t give a shit anymore.

There will be no drama. No more last chances and heartfelt messages from me, trying so desperately to fix what is broken.

We put the memories in a box and store it up high on the shelf, until it gets dusty with age.

We do what we have to do. We move on.

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