Finally, the chapter ends.

I told him. Exactly how I felt. I apologized and told him about the feelings I had for him. We both knew it but it was finally said out loud. And that brings us to the end.

I'm going to be ok. Now that I have confessed, I feel I can move on. No longer uncertain or hopeful or unsure. Things are straight between us. I know now he is going to have pity in his eyes for me. And he is not going to know how to handle me. But I don't care. I have moved on and I am glad. I am not going back and forth again because I have gotten what I needed. The acceptance that I am alone right now, and its ok. I have things to do and look forward to and I can focus again.

I screamed at God yesterday. I told Him I felt like I was free-falling through life.

And he answered me with this and with peace. I am not letting this drag me down or consume my thoughts anymore. I don't quite believe how much time I spent on this. I am beginning to get pieces of me back and I couldn't be happier. It'll be weird but I am not clinging anymore. I am not looking forward to the hard days of emotional remission, but I am looking forward to this being another chapter in my life that was closed.

It has come to an end. Finally.

I feel like dancing.