Sometimes it really does take a brick wall falling on you. In my case, it took about 10 days for me to awaken from the coma from said wall collapsing to finally figure out that it’s time to move on.
It’s all good. I got a really great friend out of the deal. I am NOT going to cry. No need, really. I’d rather have a great friend, a lot of life experience and memories of how it felt to have hope, than nothing at all.
Just don’t look for me to be ready to put my heart on the line again anytime soon. Oh, who am I kidding — my heart doesn’t want to be hidden. It’s free to a good — no, GREAT — home!