I can be happy without you. Really, genuinely, be happy without you.
Sure, I'll miss you every weekend when our nights would have been spent together. I'll miss you every morning when I was used to you calling to wake me up or texting me good morning. I'll miss you every night when I would have told you to have a good day at work. I'll miss you, for a bit.
But that'll fade. It might already be fading. The hardest part now is... letting it fade.

I think we both know I need to fall out of love with you.
It'd be nice if you'd let me.

You could never love me, and that is something I learned too late.
But I'm realizing it now. You never really wanted me the way I deserve to be wanted.
You never even tried, and the hardest part is wondering why you never tried. What we could have been, if you had wanted to. But, alas, it is no longer the time for what ifs. That time is over.

I can be happy without you.