gently parting ways.
today i told brandon that i'm not in love with him anymore. we kissed and he cried and we whispered instead of talking. feelings are hard to explain. it's hard to break someone else's heart in order to do what's right for you. it's hard to ease your mind after upsetting someone else's soul. last night i watched the secret life of bees. august said, "there is no perfect love." the second scene in slumdog millionaire, of the little boys running through the slums being chased by security guards, captured the feeling of liberation that i've been craving and stir crazy about. why i can't have it unless i am on my own i truly cannot explain. i just need to be on my own for this part of the journey.