Even with our fists held high
It never would have worked out right
We were never meant for do or die

...

And I want to know you couldn't have loved me better
But I want you to move on
So I'm already gone.

I've heard this song a million times and it only really hit me tonight. Someday I'll be done with all this.

When are you supposed to move on? When you don't love them anymore? When you don't miss them anymore? Does it just happen? Because, let me tell you, I miss him like crazy. And I think I still love him, just not...the same as I once did ( Read more... )

I think maybe it's time to accept that I don't have to change anything. I don't have to re-evaluate, formulate, or activate. I don't need to start any exhaustive lists of exactly what I want, making sure not to leave out even the tiniest things. I don't have to resolve to not settle, I don't have to set my standards higher. I don't even ( Read more... )

So, last night I dreamed both of being in an opera with Blake as his wife and of rushing to the birth of my divorced and remarried dad's child. I missed it, but Mom didn't. Ugh. I woke up rather disturbed both times. Oh, and the opera was being rehearsed deep in the forest and had been rehearsed a week or so before I got there. I think Carrie ( Read more... )

Wow, it just keeps getting better.

( In which I kick ass and have fun. )

Maybe this won't last very long
But you feel so right
And I could be wrong
Maybe I've been hoping too hard
But I've gone this far
And it's more than I hoped for

So, a lot of people have been asking me for updates on the goings-on this weekend. Well, I guess I'll start from the catalyst and go from there.

( Click here for mushy love story. )

I'm in a rather unique position right now. Well, unique for me.
( Cue emotional spewing in 3...2...1... )

Everything that has filled the void since that day is gone now. The events, the tasks, the work, the people, the holidays are all gone. Now it's more than reassuring myself that it was the right thing to do, the only thing to do. Now, I miss him so much it hurts ( Read more... )

Well, I guess I have a lot to talk about. Danica moving in, Blake's stuff, school starting, my day-long crisis when I was told I wouldn't be receiving lessons this semester, my thoughts on being in the Butler Lyric Theatre production this year ( Read more... )