this is the first time i'll speak up about him here.
i hate my ex. i hate him for what he called me, what he said, what kind of person he is now. i hate the idea that he wasted all the years of us being friends with a single, stupid message. but i don't care anymore whatever happened to him. i just feel like shouting it out.
i've moved on and i've never been happier. i threw away the pictures, the notes (i can't find the other love letters he wrote for me. those poor trees.. i'm wasting them away in a trash can...), the cards, the presents (except one. i like the outfit and i barely think that he gave it to me), the text messages, the capture moments and videos on the phone. it's like all the memories i've had with him is in one bin and im dumping them into the ocean of forgotten memories.
after throwing them away, i felt better, lighter. nothing to worry about anymore. and i've accepted the fact that i grew up, finally. the EX factor has already been crossed out. if i see him around, i guess he'll just be a passing memory. i can't believe how easily i can forget about him.