I don't feel so much as bitter anymore. I saw you the other day for the first time since we stopped talking. I know we've made eye contact with each other. Not one crack in my smile. Not one nod of my head. No signs of emotions whatsoever. And I continue to walk off on my way. Perhaps it was an asshole move, but I could care less at this point. You truly did make me smile at one point. I even poured my heart out to you. I would check my phone frequently for your texts. And every time I did, I got caught smiling because of your messages. I hated to love that feeling. It made my days knowing I made yours. It saddened me knowing you never felt the same way because honestly in my heart I knew you felt the same way. Knowing that you would never give me a chance to show how caring of a man I could have been. But whatever. Fuck it. I don't understand how your mind works. I've liberated myself from you. I deleted everything from my phone that once made me genuinely happy. I disconnected myself social networking with you. So rather than just this being a fuck you, (at the sound of it being bitter) I'm going to say goodbye. Since you moved on so quickly, I'm trying to keep in pace with you as well.