Having Moved On...

...it seems strange to me, that he has now made some sort of decision. I mourned for him as if he were dead. For all intents and purposes, I needed him to be. It cut deep enough to leave a scar.

Not seeing him for nearly three weeks did me no favours. Not seeing him for a lifetime would surely kill me?! When I did see him, this Thursday just passed, I was filled again with all the fire that raged when we were together...I nearly burned up! As long as I don't burn out, I'm not too concerned.

I only hope he has more surprises to offer, but i refuse to get my hopes up...