I have no more PATIENCE.

I almost want to say it was luck, but I'm starting to think it was patience. I probably have to much patience, and sometimes that makes me hold on to things longer than I need to. I would definitely say that happened to you and me. But I am over it now, I'm easily settled with the fact that you don't mean to me as you once had. And I really am truly okay with it. I'm glad I'm done, because I know you were done a while ago.

Maybe I was just to past the time, and when something better came around (or you got bored which ever came first) you forgot about me easily. I had a hard time with that, I didn't want to believe that it was that easy for you to lose the feeling you told me you had for me.

But it's okay now, I have better things. I have school, friends, and other boys that can easily replace the place you took. And I am happy about it. I am excited that I let go, because now I can move on and find someone better. Something better. I just know now that my patience has finally worn down, I can be anxious for the new thing to come.