The worst part of it

I'm not upset because I hate you-
In fact, I could never hate you.
You still have my heart,
And no matter how much I don't
want to admit it
You probably always will.
I'm not crying because I want nothing to do with you-
If you were to call me at 3am in need of someone to talk to
Chances are I would probably hit the answer button no matter how much trouble it would cause me.
Nor am I hurting because I feel used,
For I know that at some point you
Really did love me;
I'm just not sure when you stopped.
I'm feeling all of these things because as heart wrenching and crushing as it is,
For the first time I know that it's over.
We are done.
There's no coming back;
No running to each other in times of need
Or eating pizza in a nice hotel room.
And the worst part is;
I feel free because of it.