So this is it.

The real deal.

Its really happening.

We really move on.

He's really moving away.

Physically and emotionally.

Simply because its easier to him.

And I am left here alone.

But I am strong.

I've done it before, I can do it again.

It just feels weird.

I feel like I was over it.

Until he finalized his moving plans.

Ironically, he leaves on my Bday.

I guess its to be expected.

But it still kind of stings. Why?

I should be saying so long, farewell, don't come back.

But I'm not.

There is something deep inside that is scared for him.

For his happiness, for his soul, for his children.

"Agency has ruined a lot of relationships" (inside joke)

"Filled with his love, we can endure pain, quell fear, forgive freely, avoid contention, renew strength, and bless and help others in ways surprising even to us." - John Groberg (Other Side of Heaven movie)