It has been three months since I left Alex standing on that doorstep looking so upset, but he brought this on himself. I tried to make things work and he wouldn’t let it. I had enough. I was done. I no longer needed his touch or his gaze. it has taken these last three months to realize that and to finally move on.
So I sit here in this cafe down on Main St. sipping my chai tea and listening to the jazz playing fom the sound system and I can’t help but wonder where my life will take me now. I no longer feel the need to have a man in my life, though the guy at the counter is pretty cute. I finally finished my book and it is being put on the shelves in a month. I’m busy and I’m happy for the first time in a very long time. My relationship with Alex has gave me courge and pride for the work that i have achomplished and I’m a better person because of it. I have great hope for the future.