Moving right along

As time goes on, I realize how much I lost myself over the last decade(s). I think we bonded over our love of partying and when it came time to be actual adults, there was nothing there. Were we even friends? I cared about him, but did we enjoy our time together? I can't even say yes to that. I am so content now. I haven't felt this way in a very long time, if ever. I suppose I'm thankful to him for taking the step that was very long overdue. I wonder how long I would have stayed in that mild illusion of contentment.