I said goodbye to a friend the other day. It was one of the hardest decisions to make in my life. I'd only known him for a year, but it was one of those relationships where you just...click. Living so far away from someone you connect with on many levels is a challenge; one that you must enter into willingly, with all awareness of where it could go wrong.

I did. There are just some challenges a person can't say no to.

And seemingly, despite all our attempts to keep things rolling, the distance...and other commitments...and guilt...they all worked at unstitching that connection. And with the help of some truly supportive people here, I made the decision to no longer live in limbo.

I chose this path to free my mind of him. I feel imprisoned by my memories - and it's not fair. I shouldn't wake up every day wondering when my mind will stop flinging me into the past. The past is long since gone. But sometimes, I guess, it lingers and won't let go. So I need to let go of it and move on.

I'm waiting for that to happen. I'm waiting for the day when my thoughts don't drift to him - because that will be the day that I know what I decided was the right choice.

And until then, I'll sit...and wait...and wonder...

If I'm lucky, I might even hope...