This whole thing is just whatever to me now.
No pain, no tears.
Accepting reality and moving on with life.
I’m sorry for the words left unsaid.
I’m sorry for the things that happened.
I’m sorry that we were so naive; we thought we were invincible.
I’m sorry that somewhere along the way things broke.
I’m sorry for what I didn’t do.
I’m sorry for what I could’ve done.
“I’m just going to have to accept that I’m always going to be a little bit in love with you, and that’s going to have to be okay, as long as it doesn’t stop us from moving on.” Heard this on a TV show today, and it sums up first loves perfectly. Someone should have told 15 year old me this.