I think I’m out of tears.
I think today is going to be different.
I think I’m tired of being unhappy.
Today’s the first day I found someone else attractive since I met you. Today’s the first day I responded to text message who wasn’t you, but made me smile like you used to.
This is how I know it’s ending.
When I used to be yours–nobody could compare. Now it’s morbid and sick and you feel dead in my heart.
Today’s the first day I didn’t check my phone in hopes of you.
This is how I know it’s over.
This morning was the first time I looked at Toronto apartments–and realized I could never be with someone who didn’t want me in the same way.
I think I’m done, and it’s remarkably refreshing.
Hi, I'm Jenny Vu. 