Eugh.

I saw your status on Facebook today. It made my heart jump and my insides squish a little. All the feelings I used to have for you came rushing back, like the tide crashing into the shore.

The uncertainty. The lust. The pain. The pleasure. The satisfaction. The withdrawl. The the contment. The unease. What I thought was the beginning of something. What I thought might have been love. The angry realizations that it wasn't anything and that it sure as hell wasn't love.

I'm loved now. I love someone and he loves me. I don't need you. You're not worth it if you think I'm not worth it.

You probably thought that you were all that, because you used to have me on strings like a marionette. I'd dance your dance then get left hanging on nothing but a vauge uncertainty, a shadow of a promise.

I'm better than all that now. I'm not afraid to go as far as to say that I'm better than you now. I don't play games and I don't get played. That's over and I'm stronger than you'll ever be.

I can't wait for the day when you call, like you used to, and I just hang the phone up on your ear. That will probably be one of the most satisfying moments I will ever get to experience.