You’ve inspired me more now that you’re gone. Perhaps that mean your absence was stronger than your love ever was (and ever could be). I miss you like hell, but I wouldn’t lift a finger to bring you back. If you think I am so easily replaced, someday you will wake up with her beside you and realize we are not one of the same. You’ve chewed me up and spit me out, but I am the one with the last laugh. With your hatred, abuse, and all of those faulty lies, I have become a stronger woman than you ever imagined. Sure, this heartbreak brings me to pick up a pen and write down all of my woes, but it was always better to have a pen by my side than you’re pasty white figure. I may miss you, but lord, do I thrive without you.