acceptance

i think i went through all the stages of grief in one day.

okay, so Crush was at work again today, wearing a paper-thin black sweater that clung in all the right ways. and he was unshaven. and he didn't ask me about how my weekend was, even though i asked (and he told me) how his was.

and then, it finally... FINALLY! ... sunk in. i can finally move on.

but i can still admire the view. i just won't fantasize that it'll be MY view anymore.