People are much like water, cutting it's way through the landscape, meandering it's own way along the terrain. My last relationship has taught me a lesson that is very valuable: we may become comfortable as a couple, or even in ourselves. And while comfort is important and absolutely vital, it cannot become us. Recently I took some time to sit back and meditate upon my life, the changes it has taken. I looked through years of pictures, images from my past bringing to the forefront of my heart sentiment. And while I realized that was my life--the hate, the love, the pain, the times of sheer and unadulterated happiness--I also realized that it just isn't me anymore.
I write this in the wake of a new chapter of my life. I am quietly, and with a half-smile and an eyeful of tears, gently closing this chapter and bidding it a final goodbye.
Scott, I mainly write this to you. To let you know that it was fun and beautiful while it lasted. But just like my spiked haircuts, raccoon eyeliner, punk phases and bad attitudes, I am putting it behind me to move on and become a different person, hopefully better. It just isn't who I am anymore. I am ready to embark on the next decade of my life and discover who I am on an all-important personal level. I am ready to discover and explore my faith. I am ready to commit to being the person I've always wanted.
So thank you. Much like the other relationships in my past, I owe you that. However subtle the hand is, it has done it's part in sculpting my life.
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