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  • I finally did it.

    I unfriended you.

    I unfollowed you.

    I cut you from my life as I should have done the moment our eyes fell apart on the curb at LAX.

    It's not that I don't love you any more, but simply that my anger has finally surfaced. Now that I realize you've treated me the worst out of everyone, I can finally let go.

    I don't want to read your status updates, see pictures of you with your new love or replay over and over how little of a friend and lover you really were to me. Me that was closest to you all those nights. Me that gazed into your eyes unfalteringly. Me who gave my love away so freely and willingly. Me who never believed you could be 'that' person.

    I admit it though. I thought I gave my love for free. And I did for a time. Several months to be exact, but I guess betrayal comes with a hefty price.

    Thankfully, as I sit staring out the window I realize that the anger is what I needed. It's what was called upon to finally rid me of the ties you bind around my heart.

    Now I can look out the window and watch the stories unfold here that once didn't even register in my mind, which was still 3000 miles away.

    These are the new beginnings that I'm ready to embrace now that I know we are over. You can't let the new in without sweeping out the old.

    And you my unfriend, my unfollow, my unlover. You are the old. And as far as I am concerned there can be no new beginnings where you're concerned. I hope you have a wonderful life. A life that will no longer have me in it.

    For that today, I am grateful.

    'Life is about making the right decisions and moving on.'
    - Josh

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