Had The Conversation.
Said what I wanted to say. Let him know how it hurt.
One last tear. A walk in the warm summer air.
Apparently what doesn't kill you does make you stronger.
It didn't last long but it was still huge and important. And it feels good to have survived it.
And I will not cry anymore because it's over but smile because it happened and because I didn't hold anything back. I love that about me.