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Life went into a tailspin for a while there.
The new love didn't pan out, nor did the one after. It's all very ugh and not anything I want to talk about anymore.
But. Butbutbut.
It's good they didn't. Each time I cried over a boy, I called my ex-fiance turned friend. And now,amazingly, we're trying again.
It's been a year. We've both gotten our heads out of our asses and really trying this time. Neither one of us wanted to end things before, but everything was so very fucked up, it was the only answer.
Grow up some, sort shit out, deal with life. Look and look for something you already had. Of course it didn't turn up anywhere else.
So...I hop a bus to Toronto on the 27th and don't come home til April 1st. Shiny
Suddenly the future and the life and maybe-family I had given up on ever having, it's all a possibility again and I am So. Damn. Happy.