So...hopefully this will be my last emo post for a while.

I saw her again yesterday, for the first time in months:

She's changed. She's pregnant.
She's no longer the girl I've been carrying around in my mind and heart.

I thought this moment would crush me but, instead, I feel freer than I have done in two years.

It's over, really over. Time to move on.

God, that's a weight off my shoulders.

PS - She looked at me, at one point, when I was talking about my friends, with a kind of pity in her eyes. She must have been thinking that I haven't moved forward an inch in my life since she left it. What she doesn't realise is that I've been where she is now and it didn't make me happy. I finally found a place where I feel like I belong; I feel, finally, like my life is my home. And I'm not giving this up for anything.