Saying goodbye

So we finally said goodbye. It was a lot easier and also a lot harder than I thought it would be. Easier, because I'd almost forgotten how comfortable I am with you, and how I can tell you absolutely anything (I wish we were that honest earlier!) and harder, because now we've said it there's no turning back. The finality... I'm still coming to terms with. It'll take a while to sink in. I'm just letting it ferment now. Give me awhile, I'll be back to normal. Eventually.

I'm glad we got to spend the day together, even if it was to say goodbye. Even if all we did was eat and talk and cry bucketloads. At least I know I did mean something to you. Okay, a lot. And I kinda wish you'd realised that sooner and saved us all the heartache. But, well. These things happen. And things happen for a reason. There's a time and a season for everything, and I guess for us this just wasn't the time.

Still. Thanks for everything. We did have some amazing times, times I'll always treasure. I'm glad we parted as friends. And I'm so proud of myself for having enough self-control not to knee you in the groin. Repeatedly. (Yes, you're right, you do deserve it.) I should get a medal for that.

I'm glad I got to say all the things I wanted to say to you. Now I can stop worrying about losing my resolve and breaking down completely (okay, so we both did that the whole of today). I've had this conversation with you a thousand times over, in my head, and they always end badly, so today wasn't very bad, all things considered! And I'm glad you had a chance to tell me all that stuff too - in a way it made me feel better knowing how you really felt. Thank you for being honest, one last time.

Remember what I said to you. And remember what you said to me. I really hope you keep to it. Don't lose faith, don't stop believing. Ever. I won't.

In His love, and mine,

Mel