|re: the first
||[Nov. 16th, 2006|11:36 pm]
I severed all contact, and I prefer it that way. She died to me. simple. And baby, I'm a walking dead.|
I figured it out in my throes of sleep-deprived insanity this morning. We were together three years, and 'tis the season to mark our three-year break-up anniversary. I smiled when I realized that, finally, I do not have to live for her anymore, that I am free, that again, finally, I can say with confidence that I am my own person. no more competition. I honestly and legitimately hope that she is happy.
No, I still have nothing to say to her. I understand now that I don't know her anymore. I understand now that I didn't really know her that well to begin with.
"It starts. You think you know a guy!" --Timon
"I thought I knew you well. Oh well." --No Doubt