You might say I've been better. It's refreshing to be away from you sometimes. Of course it goes without saying that I miss you a lot. But the feeling dulls away, especially when it seems you don't seem to miss me as much.
I guess it's all for the better no matter how lame that sounds. By whatever means, I'm just glad I'm laughing and smiling more than I used to when I felt trapped and lonely and left out.
There is a subtle difference, I guess, between being left behind and moving along. In either case I am without you, but in this case I chose it to be so. In this case, I can't wallow in sorrow because I wanted it. I can't blame anyone else because I orchestrated it to happen. Most especially, I can't blame you. And I guess in a way, that makes everything within my control. I'm handling the ball again, and I'm rolling it along.
Who knows, in a month or two, you'll finally miss me too. For now, I'm focusing on me and leaving you out. Well, not really, just moving on along whether you come along or not.
I'll be okay without you. I know that now.
