Seeing clearly.

by hera

As I transition back into my old life surrounded by people who share similar hopes and dreams, I’m slowly detaching myself from the life I lived back in undergrad. I need you a lot less than I did before, but it has not even been a week since it all ended. I’m gaining my independence again and seeing that although you still matter, you’re not as great as I made you out to be. We’re not as great of a match as I thought. Maybe my doubts all these time had been a warning all along that I ignored because of how good you were able to make me feel. In the end, I regret nothing because you helped break me down so I can become stronger.