I need to go to bed already so I can’t type for too long. I need to write about how I felt today. Maybe everything is only just setting in about the reality of how things were. I’m disappointed in myself for having some type of hope for another opportunity for us. I’m so grateful that everything was dismissed. It’s what I had been praying for. I thought I’d see him again. I can’t believe it’s been a year now since everything happened. I’ve been so sentimental lately. I typed out that I thought he would reach out but I guess if I was thinking I wouldn’t have thought that. I know she wasn’t saying it to hurt my feelings, but it did. Maybe I’m just being sensitive. She said he never liked me. It breaks my heart. I don’t want to think about this anymore. I feel used, disposable, and unwanted. I also feel brave, loving, and true of heart. I’m proud of myself. I’ve reached a point where I’ve grown angry that someone was so careless about my time, energy, and genuine care. I wanted so much for things to work out that I abandoned my own self-respect. There’s something else out there for me. I need to let go of the past. Hopefully with time I can overcome this hurt.