It's done now. We're broken up.

It feels like I spent an eternity grieving over him, and the loss of him. Betrayal. The lies, the deception. Regret, since I never spoke up when things seemed wrong - I only dismissed my intuition, forced myself to ignore it until in the end... I realized I was right all along.

It's painful to step aside.

It's painful to... give up.

But frankly, I feel free. I feel... so free. I see now that I was very stressed with him, even if I was happy. Though... would do it over ever time.



I'm... reborn.