"I enjoyed our time together"

I feel like that's a very telling phrase. The sentence that, when uttered, let's you know it's really over over.

It could lead to questions, like if it was so enjoyable, why did you end it? What happened?

But ultimately, when you hear "I enjoyed our time together", it doesn't matter. Spoken firmly in past tense, by someone who holds no grudges, but accepts it's done. The only 2 options are to lay there, stuck in time, reminiscing on a relationship that slowly but gradually becomes a smaller percentage of your overall life- or move forward.

I've said it before, but their really is something absolutely magnetic about feeling like shit. Some invisible force that pushes you, because being depressed is actually more comfortable than being happy at some point.

But I'll try my damndest not to let that take me over. I know that, just as time matches on, I should go with it. It won't be easy. But life never is.

I also enjoyed our time together. I never got to tell you how much you meant to me, and I it looks like I won't still. I hold no hard feelings. But it does hurt. But like all broken bones, I'll slap a cast on and keep on trudging. Thank you, and I'll see you around considering we go to the same college.