I've been holding on to all this resentment when it finally hit me... he did for me what I would never do for myself. He walked away. Initially it hurt I felt betrayed, abandonded, and a host of other things but I'm slowly realizing it was best. I never would have left him although there is a laundry list of reasons why I should have. Don't misunderstand he was great in most ways yet it seems the ways he fell short were the ones that meant the most to me. With that said walking away seems easy right? Wrong. When your well my heart is involved seeing the clear or easy answer is never in the cards. They say it takes half the time you spend in a relationship to truely get over a person and I believe that because now that time is up and seeing him no longer makes my heart skip a beat, worrying about what he sees when he sees me is no longer on the agenda, and crying because we are apart is a thing of the past...
*deep breath, and a clear eyed smile*
