Its funny how much a person can change in the matter of just a few years, or months, even weeks. Reading back on all the old crap i use to write is absoultly amazing, and actually makes me think alittle bit about how i felt and reacted to things. Now that there was time between everything that happened i do relize That *he* was a big part of my life for almost three years, and to think i can just let it all go and not have it effect me even the slighest is stupid. He was me. Not just a part. When he finally left it was like a big weight was lifted but it opened me up to other feelings that i would have almost traded for the pain he caused me. It doesnt make me sad anymore, nor does it make me angry. The confliction over him is gone, for i relized i loved the man i met the first time, not the man i last saw in him. I didnt do anything wrong, it was just time and change that took us away from eachother. He is alot of the foundation that i have now, but in an absent way. I am the way i am because of everything i went threw with him. And as much as i hate him at times, i could never regret. Letting him go was the best thing i could have done for myself, but was the hardest.