I moved on. But the fact is always there. he was that one I believed was that special one. And for now I am very pleased with being alone. It is so much easier. I am happier than in 10 years maybe. And it is the first time in 10 years I do not have "someone". The first time I do not have to try to trust someone.
Says a lot.
There are other things more important than love.
I do not want him. I do not want us. But I will always love him. Does that make sense?