I am mostly done being angry, but am still a little hurt. Or maybe sad is a better word. Sad that it's over before it began. Sad that those few short days of silly happy are gone again.
For my part, I suppose I can't blame him too much. You can't control how your heart moves, no matter how you may want to. Plus, I refuse to be anyone's second choice. "Anything less than mad, passionate, extraordinary love is a waste of my time." So I wish him well, and hope he finds that which will make him whole.
So back to my quiet life, and the search for something great. Perhaps it's time to go back to corsets and fluffy skirts and the land where chivalry still rules. It's always good to go back to the one place where you get to feel beautiful, no matter what. ;-)
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