It. Is. Over.

Whatever it is that has been going on with D and I for the past two years, it is done. Stop rolling your eyes, it is. I spoke with him this morning. I'll spare you the details, but we're truly through, not even friends. There is a part of me missing now. I feel empty and blank, kind of like an actor who has just watched the director drop dead in front of her. I've let D gently lead me for so long now that I feel a little lost. My whole life feels like someplace new.

I never have to worry that he'll hate my hair...

or my clothes...

or my shoes...

or if he thinks I'm smart enough...

or good enough...

or thin enough...

or talented enough...

or beautiful enough...

or sane enough...

I am all those things and more, I can be them better now that he's gone. I can finally be myself. I can finally stop second-guessing everything I do and just be who I am. Who I am is somebody I really like, and who I think other people will really like too...

I will miss him. I wish him nothing but the best. The choices he made in the end were the ones that were right for not only him, but for me as well, that is so like him, I only love him more for it.

Good luck D. Have "faith of the heart."