If you see me around campus, turn around and go the other way.

If you drive by my house, keep on driving.

If you pass by me while out driving, don't honk.

If you are reminded of all the times we shared, keep that to yourself.

If you start seeing someone else, spare me the details.

If you need a friend to talk to, find someone else.

If you miss me, don't.

Why? Because, well, you don't know this, but I'm doing better. I don't miss you quite as much anymore. It's a slow process, but I think I'm finally beginning to let go and move on. All I ask is that you let me.

Please let me.

I deserve to find peace in all this. I deserve to come out of this a stronger woman, a better person. I deserve to be happy once more. I deserve all of these things and so much more.

. . .

But if you do decide to come back into my life for whatever reason, know this: I won't survive you a second time. So tread carefully.