Every time I think about you I think of all you have done to me. All the lies, the manipulation, the deception. These thoughts make it clear that I should have left you long before I did. Each day that passes I think about you less, and it is almost to the point where I do not think of you at all. I will be okay. I will not think of you anymore, and soon the memory of you will not even be a memory, but forgotten. I am proud of myself for overcoming you.