It’s a sure sign that I stayed in my last relationship entirely too long when I notice that I don’t mourn the loss of it. I’m not unhappy, I don’t find myself thinking about him, I don’t miss him. I wish I had focused more on myself sooner and got out. I find myself a little lonely, but not for him. I have no desire to rehash that whole…whatever it was – again. I think I jsut needed closure and I got it. I know we’re better at jsut being friends. I also know that it won’t bother me one bit if I see him with another woman. (As opposed to some of my other relationships when jsut the sheer knowledge they were seeing someone else ripped my heart out, without even seeing it for myself.) Why? Because of our shared past and what it involved, and the sex wasn’t that great either. I want something great and I haven’t found that yet. Someone who doesn’t drink too much or do anything more than that. Someone who shares my interests. Someone who can make me laugh and I can smile at jsut the thought of him. I hope I find that before I’m 50. I’d laugh, but it’s a sad realization.