At some point I just stopped caring, not about you, but just something inside accepted that I could care about you and stop fighting to keep someone who wasn't meant for me.

I think I've finally accepted it. I no longer get that anxiety riddled adrenaline rush when I feel you slipping away. I guess I'm okay with you moving on knowing that.

No bad blood, no sadness, no nothing.

I guess sometimes, it is possible to free your heart from heartache and grief.