Learning

I wrote Dana tonight. I think I did it more for me than her... I needed some manner of closure. I don't know if she'll get it, and if she does I don't know if she'll respond. It doesn't really matter if she does, though I hope she gets it. I wish I could have done better. I do. I fucked up as much or more than she did. There's no way around that. The most I can do is send a nice letter, and hope she takes that well. I hope she moves on and achieves her dreams. That is enough to make me happy. She was my first TRUE love. I really wanted to be with her forever. How do you move on from that? How do you date again? How does someone live up to that? God I hope she's found someone better than me. I hope she's found a better name to shout out to. A stronger hand to hold...a sweeter smile to cherish. I hope she finds a more loving man. And I guess that's it. I guess that'll have to do. And I guess that's what life is about- gracefully moving on. It's about taking those things that hurt, the ones that haunt you, and smiling at them. Everybody's gotta learn sometime. I guess it's my time to learn something, once again.