Best Wishes

I always find unexpected things when I take things apart.

I've been packing and moving and such, and I found so much stuff that reminded me of someone I had share two years of my life with. I found the first Christmas card he gave me ... actually, the first card ever. It was sweet. It's amazing to think of how far we've come, and how far apart we've gone.

I know that he is happy: a proud homeowner, a successful career at what he's good at, a great boyfriend to a great girlfriend, has a loving family and caring friends ... I am so happy for him. I have never been so genuinely happy for him (not that I didn't try before).

I suppose it's because one must be love the present to embrace the past in order to be whole. I love the present (lots to work on, yes, but hey!). Now that I look back, I can actually smile and think, "Yeah, I wouldn't go back and do it again, but if it had to happen, I'm glad it happened the way it did."

To the boy that treated me the way I wish my dad treats my mom (sure, with a few things different, but ... you know what I mean), I am truly, sincerely happy for you. I am proud of you. And I wish you all of the happiness you deserve from the bottom of my heart!