Past. Passed.

It's the hardest thing, letting go.
I am however, pleased to say, I have accomplished doing so.
We talked tonight. There was no awkwardness on my part. No strange feelings. Nothing but genuine concern and good feelings of friendship and closeness.
I feel good about this. It was hard enough but very much needed for me to be alright with things. Stuff's starting to smell better, let's just say that!

So I guess Hope is back, in a much altered form, but back nonetheless.
And I couldn't be happier.

It's the best feeling, when the weight drops off your shoulders.
The few seconds it is in mid air. Weightless. Then the crash. It's gone.

I'm just glad to announce that my battered heart may, once again, breathe.

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