Confession # 65

I have said my final goodbye tonight.

No more thoughts about hidden notes in special places, birthday rendezvous, or midnight visits on odd weekends.

My life is good. My life is full. Letting go and moving on
should be easy—it has been anything but.

I have to do it now. I have no choice. I will do it one step at a time, and take deep breaths along the way and It will happen. Not tomorrow or even the next day, but it will happen. One day I will wake up and find that I have forgotten everything but his name.