Our first year anniversary (of the day we met) has come and gone. I don't know where you are or what you're doing...well, I have a vague idea of what you're doing because I haven't completely severed our connections... but I can safely say that I have gotten over my addiction to you. I rarely think of you...and those times that I do, I smile to and think "can't believe I really did that!" I have no regrets and I'm happy. I gave you every opportunity which you never took, I may be a little slow but I'm not completely stupid. At least I know that I did my best, it just wasn't meant to be.
I've changed jobs and moved a couple of buildings down. I still go to our "usual" places, this time without the twinge of memories. I like my independence. I like my new job. I like my new friends. I look at your pictures and I think, he sure is a hot(!) guy, just not for me.
I think I'm supposed to wait...that's fine with me. I've accepted the fact that some things just don't work out...and it's funny how some things do without my even trying.
