The relationship is ended.
We are both agreed.
It is over.
And I will survive (so will he).

I imagine us ten years from now. He'll be up in Vancouver attending a football game and he'll see my name in a newspaper article--something glowing about my therapy practice, no doubt--and he'll get my phone number, call me, and I'll very peacefully invite him to dinner. We'll sit down together and laugh and smile and tell each other, "We sure had a time!" and our hearts won't be bleeding and broken like they are this morning.

I have a life to live without him. Now I'd better go do it.

Keep me encircled in your thoughts and prayers, please. I loved this man very much.