I loved you for three years, and through that time i thought letting you go would be the hardest thing i’d ever have to do. My existence was based purely off yours- that being the feeling of not being able to live without you. Then i realised, i’d fallen out of love- not because i didn’t love you but because i realised you were just filling a void. The void being my fear of being alone. I feel as if i moved on too fast, i got a new boyfriend within months of our break up- but i’m happy and i hadn’t been happy for a long time. I’m sure you love me enough to understand. I do still love you- but the meaning of love can change.