You don't truly know people until they leave your life.

I saw a photo in my gallery; you were smiling...

I really liked seeing that photo. I love seeing your smile, especially when I was the one who made you smile. I still miss you, even though I know that getting back together isn't the best thing and that I'll be better off without you eventually. Your goodbye still hurts. I wasn't the best for you, and you weren't the best for me. Maybe we were the right people at the wrong time. But the more time passes since we separated, the more I feel like I'm getting to know you better this way than when we were together...

I feel like I'm seeing your true self, and I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing. Part of me feels nostalgic for what we no longer have, but when I see you, all I can think is, "Thank goodness we're not together anymore. You're not a good person for me."

And I'm not trying to be nice about this; it's just that you don't really know people until they're gone from your life. There you can even feel used, you no longer know if all that time you were really wanted, loved and valued, everything that was shown to you is called into question.

I feel that writing this down is a good way to release the disappointment I feel for having made decisions that I knew very well would hurt me in the long run. Perhaps it is my fault for having accepted it. But he, for his part, had no right to hurt me like that.