The past few months I haven't felt like writing one bit. Today it has fully dawned on me that my relationship is over. The person that I've been with for the past twelve years is ready to move on, and believes happiness can be found out in the world without me. For reasons both known and unknown, I admit that I understand the decision. Do I agree with it? Yes and no, but I know it's the right thing to do; yet the most painful thing I've experienced is realizing that the person I love is dead, and in his place is someone I don't recognize.
Since everything happens for a reason, I am encouraged that I will find a meaningful and true relationship where I can be my true self, and not have to hide behind the guise of putting someone else's accomplishments and dreams before my own. I am slowly learning what my dreams are again; and for that, I am grateful.
Some days are easier to get through than others, but I'm "still waiting for love to come/turn it all around..."