Wow, it's been like....five and a half years. And I've pretty much hit that point where I honestly, truly, accept that Ryan doesn't care about me the way he used to. I'm not even angry, I don't even hurt....I don't know.

I think I've just accepted that I'm single again?

It's a weird feeling to have, but I don't think about him and get the butterflies in my stomach that I used to. I don't look at him and see him in my life wanting the same things I want.

And I think I'm okay with that. I'll be spiteful for a long while, and eventually I think we can have a good relationship because I truly do enjoy our friendship, but I think we're just too much for one another to handle. I certainly know that I'm too much for him anyways lol.