Don't miss you anymore

It's like someone slapped me awake and in an instant, I didn't want to know anymore. I mean, I hope you're doing well, I'll always hope you're doing well, but the need to know where you are and who you're with and whether you still think about me is gone, and for the first time in six months, I'm able to say that my heart really doesn't ache when I think about you, and I don't feel like I could crumble simply at the mention of your name. I care about you, I do, but I don't miss you like that, and It's the most freeing thing to not miss you so much that I would die o speak to you again. I wouldn't. I just wouldn't.