To my previous love, you are like bread.

I’m writing this here, not to you. You don’t see me anymore. You act like I never existed. That’s fine. I need to say this because no one listens when I talk about you anymore. Talking into the void is better than choking on silence. So here it is. The truth: I’m finally over you. And now that I am, everything makes sense. I used to wake up wondering how I was still breathing without the love of…