So it’s come to an end.  For good this time.  The relationship is over and I can’t help but feel alone, even though I know I’m not.  It’s an odd feeling.  I know I’m loved, and for that I’m 100% happy.  But I know that one I love is now gone and for that I’m 100% miserable.  It’s a very melancholy feeling.  I lost the chase, but not without making a lot of ground.  We grew close, we loved eachother, we shared some of the most intimate moments of my life.  And for that I’ll be forever grateful.

- polyblogger

Wow today’s really turning out more and more interesting by the minute!  Well, it seems Alice left her journal on my desk for me to read, while I was out.  It was basically a love-diary of her feelings for this new guy.  The note she left me read, “Read this journal and you’ll see what’s going on.”

I read several pages of near pulp-fiction letters to her new boyfriend.  This felt like more and more repeated backstabs and I can’t understand why.  What I did to have this shoved down my throat.  Wasn’t bad enough she asked me to read a couple of the love letters back from him. Now that there is no doubt left in my mind, I responded back on the note and tucked it into her journal for her to find some other time.  This is what it read, simply:

Wishing you the best of luck now and forever.

I believe this is an ample closing of this chapter in the story.  The good news is, posts here on out should be uplifting right!?

- polyblogger