I've finally mentally detached myself from C. And on his birthday of all days.
Sometimes there's no better feeling in life than finally degaussing from someone.
Unfortunately, I'm sliding back to ruminating over someone else I loved when it's too little too late for that, but... at least I'm free of the codependency I had with C.
While he has discarded me, I have some feeling that in the back of his head, he feels dread that he can never find a replica of me—the drømmepige that had finally come to him. No matter who he pursues now, I have a feeling he will wish he can find another me, unlikely as it is (his words, too).
Let him try. I'm full of schadenfreude.
