Remembering Mbarentine: I don't think about it much. I've done a lot to move away from it, and yet, its still lurks around. This past weekend would have been our seventh anniversary. Considering last year at this time we weren't together, I didn't think it would hit me that hard. But it did, and I felt like I hadn't since the months after we split.
I didn't think about you so much as what had been lost: All of our hopes and dreams; all of our potential, gone. I remembered the betrayal, the pain, and what I had to do to pick myself up. I also remembered my failings and what I contributed to the death of us.
I don't know when you left, but I know it was long before we broke up. And while I am working to the point where I can truly forgive you, I don't want to have anything to do with you.
I don't miss you. Don't call me. Don't write me. Don't email me. There is nothing for you here.
