…a few minutes ago, something I had taken for granted for so many years came to an inevitable end. They say people move on…

Tonight I finally realized how strong she really is and that she is going to find her own happiness.

… and she is going to find it without me.

She finally let me know what I’d been too arrogant to accept.

It turns out she fell out of love a long time ago… long before flirtation at meetups and JournalCon, long before too many birthday gifts too late, long before cancelled trips to visit her, long before the subconcious decision that my career was more important than being near her, and long before the entertained thought of falling out of love, myself.

It was nothing I did… and probably nothing I didn’t do.

She just stopped, wanted something I couldn’t give her, and just moved on.

That’s what people do… they move on.

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W, I know you don’t read my words here (you don’t think this is the real me). But just in case: thank you for your love and understanding, for your laughter, and for your strength in telling me it was time for both of us to go.

As your deepest and newest friend, please know that I will care about you forever.

If you think of it, and even though it’s not my business to know anymore, please look me up once in a while so I know you’re doing ok and are happy.

Until then, I am so grateful for our time together and will cherish them for making me who I am today. Thank you.