I almost emailed him today. To ask him out for lunch to celebrate his new job. But no. I'm not ready. Not that I have much of a choice. I'm sure he's seeing someone else by now. It's getting easier, it really is - just sometimes. I don't want to think of him all the time anymore. I don't want to hope and I don't want to hang on to 'someday'. I just want it to be over. Well, ha, it is over. But I want it to be over inside my head. I don't want to hear him in every sad song, feel him in every fantasy. I wonder where he is, if he's thinking about me, if he's happy. I hope he's happy.