I’ve moved on.
I am over you. Just letting that come out of my lips is as sweet as the solemn sounds of cherubs, when they strike their golden harps.
I thought it wouldn’t happen, but it did. And I am happy. I feel free! No more pillows wet with tears at nights. No more sudden heartaches whenever my brain flashes random reminiscences of you, or memories of me and you together either.
I am free!
It took me years to mend but God has been so patient with me.
Now, my painful mending journey has come to an end. Perhaps I’ll be missing the friendship but not the romantic relationship and feelings I once shared with you.
And at long last, I can finally say this in its truest sense. Heartfelt. Serious…
…I am happy for you.
Really, I am.