The problem with her and I (from my perspective) is the relationship was not based on anything of substance. Nothing. I wouldn’t even call it a friendship. No substance what so ever. From my perspective anyway. I gave a lot of myself. She gave nothing. Actively prevented it, even. I mean that too, without exaggeration, nothing.

And I realized that. I realized it when I came to my senses years ago, which is why at this point I can look back on it and feel nothing.

It’s ok to feel nostalgia for what you had, like yesterday, that’s normal, I understand, but don’t expect me to care much about or participate in your nostalgia or look at you in the same way as you do. That’s yours, not mine.