I'm still heartbroken, but not missing you

It's weird. We broke up almost 7 months now. We moved out and I moved on. I've even been seeing someone who makes me really happy. But I get sad still.

I don't miss you. I don't want you back. You broke my heart so long ago. You stopped showing interest in me and left me feeling so insecure, unsure and alone even when you slept by my side. I get sad to think that you once meant everything to me and now it's all nothing. I get emotional thinking about how fragile everything in this world can be. We thought we were destiny. I was going to propose. We were living together. We were so serious. And now... nothing. When I think about you now, I only remember the bad. I can only remember the the hurt you caused. And that breaks my heart. Those good days now mean nothing in the grand scheme of things.

Why did you walk away from us when things became honest? When I told you I wasn't feeling wanted anymore, all of a sudden you weren't happy in the relationship and I didn't care enough and didn't love you enough? I was so patient with you. I spent more time thinking about you than me or anyone. I gave everything I could and more. And you loved that.

I don't want to know if you've moved on, if you still think about me, or if you're with someone new. I just want to know why you promised you would be with me through good and bad, then you went back on your word then blamed me.

I feel used and abandoned. It feels like everything was a lie. Was it all a lie? Why did you do it?

I'm so much better and happier without you. Gods, I hate it.