The complicated dilemmas are slowly disappearing, on their own accord. One has definitely moved on, and truth be told, it really hit me hard, much harder than anticipated. Somehow I wish I had changed yet the gnawing, internal pressure was constantly there, as knowing, knowing, a creation would not occur.  Perhaps if contentment had of come because of the love there, yet I know this is futile thinking. Now knowing he has moved on, perhaps I will also. I so wish him the best, more than the best, the love he deserves, the love which was unable to be provided by others.