After all the time that's gone I almost started writing this wanting to pour my bleeding heart out, blaming this and hating that. I stopped myself.
I wish I could stop the way I feel, but maybe not writing about it is stopping it enough for now. Or is there such a thing?
I'm shifting focus. I need to get up and run. Leaving or going, it doesn't matter. I'm moving on.
What better choices do I have?
I'll be back tomorrow, love ... and greet you better.