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I thought to move on, I had to hate him. I had to be mad at him and convince myself he doesn’t care. And he didn’t care. And he won’t care. So why do I care?

But I care because I’m never too scared to care. I’ve never been so hurt I’ve forgotten to care. I always care. And that is a good thing. I’m proud of that.

I will care about him forever. But I’m letting him go. Without hating him. Without being mad. I’m just…stepping away. Cutting ties. And I’m saying sorry for all the shit I tried before this realization.

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– book i’ll never write: sixteen (via o-liv-ia)