You were never mine. You weren't mine to begin with and not mine to end with.

Resisting the urge to talk to you, knowing how much heartache that could possibly bring if I do so..

I would say that I am proud of myself for resisting the urge to talk to you, but that wouldn't exactly be the truth. I’m left feeling a confusing mix of relief and disappointment. I know that I made the more responsible, rational, and self-respectful choice. But I can’t help but feel as though I've missed out on an important opportunity. An opportunity for what? I have no idea.