for the first time in a while, I've allowed myself to let go.  and in a sense, it's a freeing feeling. in another, it's still very sad.

she's still the one who can make my day, or who can break my day.  that little twinge of jealousy watching her be happy with someone else gets me sometimes, but the other part of me is happy she's found someone who loves her for who she is and appreciates the person I never could understand.

yet she's still the one who gets my heart racing when I see that text message pop up, and it's from her. she's still the one who I look forward to sharing everything with. and the only one who can put me to bed peacefully at night.

it won't last much longer now that I've let her go. but I'm glad she's still the one who makes me feel the way I do, even tho I'm not the one who makes we feel the same way