Mark this day, October 7th. Isn't it the feast of Our Lady of Victory or something? Oh, every day is something, isn't it? Well, for years to come, I shall remember this day as my own day of victory.
For months, I've been singing, It's been awhile since I could say that I wasn't addicted. Yeah, I've been singing that song.
You all can call me a hypocrite. You all can call me a horrible sinner. You can shove it in my face that I now have loads more purgatory time than I did before April 2nd when I first met him. But I learned a lot. I changed a lot. I got a lot stronger. And I don't regret it completely.
Truth be told, he was never truly my friend. But I'm being as honest as honest can be when I say that I loved him. I can't quite explain it, but some strange mixed up kind of love was there. And for me, it was completely real.
Today, I got the last piece of the puzzle to be able to let it go. I can't quite explain it. But my eyes were opened and my heart was released. I realized that I wasn't responsible for him, that I never was. I don't have to feel obligated toward him anymore. I never needed to feel obligated in the first place. I'm at peace with it now. Yet, I know I'll miss him.
Goodbye lover. That was his farewell to me. I leaned over, kissed him on the cheek and said, Farewell. LYF.
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