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Finally moving on

      I could and probably did say that I had moved on from the ex when I told him I couldn't wait for him any longer. It was a moment that I had grown to expect would happen for a few months, but I knew that I wasn't ready. I wasn't ready because I was in love with this man. But I knew that it would happen when on more than one occasion I would cry myself to sleep. I was in more pain than I was love. 
       But I guess I hadn't. Until now. I am ready to finally move on. Now, whether that is because of someone one else ready to take that place or I am just in a better place all together, I don't know. All I know is that I am no longer bound by that pain or love. I still love the ex. I will always love the ex. I love him enough to want what is best for him and that he gets all he wants out of life. But I am not in love with him. In fact, I am not in love with him anymore that if he landed on my door step I would refuse him. Not because I am a harsh person, but because I love myself more than I love the pain.
       I know that I am not going to overcome the obstacle that is the rainbow, but I know that I have gotten past the obstacle that was a broken heart. Did it have to happen? Perhaps. Perhaps it did so that I am more myself and more aware of what I can and cannot give someone. I am more aware of my flaws and that I am more human now than I have been before.
      So...cheers. Cheers for being able to gain back the heart I gave away.

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