It hit me suddenly as I sat folding the clothes (a task I hate) and battling vicious menstrual cramps (a part of growing older I hate). So I picked up the phone and text him: "I finally forgive you..." His response: "Thank you." I probably will never hear from him again now that he's no longer emotionally bound to me in any way. I'll miss him.I don't think I'll ever love another the way I loved him. Free. Unguarded. Pure. He was my youthful hope for a normal existence. But it is also important that I continue to be a choosy lover. I hope he finds what he's looking for. I hope I do too.
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