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I like to think the butterflies in my stomach that you once stirred were long gone. The drums that once banged whenever you call my name finally stopped. The erratic feeling whenever I think of you had passed. The ship had already sunk.

I like to think that what you made me feel before had changed me. You made me stronger, but at the same time, weaker. That I once depended on you and your support, just what I envisioned couples should be. But I was wrong. I was leaning on a thought that you would support me, and eventually, I handled myself well. I carried my own weight while I held yours.

I like to think that you were doing good without me. That would just simplify things. I move on, you would as well. I stick to my decision. I will be happy. And I wish you'd do the same.

I like to think what we had before. I think I miss that. I missed the fact that I wasn't alone in this journey. I longed for your hugs and kisses, that warm feeling I received whenever you gave it to me. That fleeting feeling, the excitement whenever I see your smile. But those were starting to fade, too. Slowly.

I like to think about you a lot. It was a habit I formed, and as I slowly heal, I train myself not to. Because what you bring were pain and sadness. I deserve better. I deserve to be free and happy.

Of course, I will be.

I will be happy.