Two weeks later

I looked at my post two weeks ago. That one post. The post below this one dated August 20. About my relationship that didn't work out. We broke up mid-July actually. Was able to talk about it just after I realized it's so not worth it. Totally. So not going to be worth it. I'm happy now and that's enough. He's still in his miserable life, living a life he doesn't want. Whatever. It was falling apart that time anyway and I felt it was going to end. I tried to detach myself more and more every day so that when it happens it wouldn't hurt. It hurt nonetheless but letting go was the key. Yeah, yeah. Too much of this serious stuff.