I could keep torturing myself...

... or I could just stop.

I'm affording this way too much of my time and head space. Seriously. Ridiculous.

I guess once I thought that things were going well, I really wanted the "real thing" - the fairy tale come to life - so badly that I fell for what merely resembled it.

I did absolutely nothing wrong.

He simply wasn't good enough for me. It's really that simple. And I am better than this.

Eventually, the right person will come along, and not even conceive of pulling that shit.

I need to get over my fear that that may never happen.

I need to remember to protect what's sacred.
I need to do what's right, awesome, and amazing for me - and not someone else.
I need to chill out and be patient.
I need to finally accept how fucking cool I am.

I don't need this.