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Changing the Scene...

I had to get out of this house. It was too much for me to stay here because I was just crying all the time. Fortunately, I was able to escape to a friend's house. Can I just say that the change of scenery did me good? It gave me some perspective on this situation.

Don't think that I'm over New Boo. But I'm beginning to see what was obvious to everyone but me -- New Boo did the best he could to love me. But in the end, I was just too much for him.

My friend explained it like this -- "You are a quart and he is a pint. No matter how wonderful and filling that pint is, it will never fill up a quart. And that's not the pint's fault. It's just the way it is."

That really helped me. I'm not sure why, but it did.

Like I said...I still love him dearly. But I'm beginning to get over the idea of us being together. He's making that really easy because he's not contacting me. I don't like that, but it's something I have to accept.

Now I just need him to get his things from my house so that we can truly live as two single people.

Oh...and the decorating process has started. I bought this pillow for my couch.
It's how I hope to feel very, very soon.


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