so how does freedom feel?

You are free.
I refuse to put myself through this any longer.
You don't own me.. I'm not one of your many toys.
It's over. This is it.
Let go.
Inhale;
exhale.
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Allow me to plagiarize for a moment and slightly paraphrase this quote by someone named Sarah Logan:

I am letting you go because I have to, because it hurts too much. I need to be able to look at you and still see this great person who was trustworthy and understanding. I need to be able to look at you & see an old friend, not just another person who let me down. I've moved on, yes; but that doesn't mean I've forgotten. And that doesn't mean I won't be here if you ever want to come back.

So that's that.

I'm done... and I guess I feel better.
I mean.
It sucks that friendships can just end like this.. like nothing ever mattered... like I never existed. But that's life, as Mr. Frank Sinatra would say...

I might write more about this later.
But there's really not much to it.