And so it is...

So it's over. A difficult, but innocent, conversation last night turned into an amicable agreement for him to move out. I have a strong urge to eat brownies for breakfast and watch "Closer."

I am hurting. But I am surprised by how little I'm hurting. The source of my pain comes from knowing that all the things I want, that I hoped for with him, are just that much further from happening. I like being a part of a couple, I will miss it. But I am trying to remember to take my time. There's no need to rush back into a relationship without taking time to process what I've learned in this one. I'm going to try, for once, to let life unfold at it's own natural pace.

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[miss kendra]

*softly pats arm*

i know.

and that song makes me want to curl up and cry until i can'ts cries no more.

[Mom]

Hugs