So a lot has happened, yet not much has happened.
It’s been a year since I saw B. It’s almost been a year since I last spoke with him.
It still hurts to think that the part of him I fell in love with is dead. Or at least buried behind some horrible illness.
Despite my insecurities, things are going well with A (knock on wood, cross fingers). I am so happy with him. I think we can both accept each other as is. We’re not looking to change one another, we’re just very happy together.
Maybe he is my other half…
(if such a thing exists).
Ah, I’m happy. I’m in love. I shall focus on that, instead of the negative in my life. I have some amazing friends, a great family. I’m working on getting a better job and doing something I think I’ll love (going back to school, lol).
Things could be better. They always could be.
But things have been so much worse.
I’m content and yes, happy.
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