Ah well, he's right. Decision's been made. Time to just heal over time.
Sometimes I feel that maybe I was too rash. Oh well. As a consolation, I know that if we're meant to be together at the end of the day, God'll probably bring us around one full circle. If not, then this would turn out to be good for both of us.
I want to tell him that I'll miss the times we've had. The stupid funny stuff we did. Yada yada. But he's right. They're moot points.
Just can't wait for this whole horrifying nightmare thingy to end. ASAP. I want to talk to him again. And laugh at stupid stuff. As friends.
