Huh. Has it already been two years? Time flies past you when you're trying to move on. Nowadays, you're just a distant memory, just a collection of words, voices, and feelings. Dominic, you're just a name to me, a fragment of something half-forgotten. I don't even remember what you look like anymore. Sure, I remember what you did to me and I took the time to process it and figure you out. And I have come upon this conclusion:

You are a coward, socially inept, and ill equipped to respectfully voice your thoughts in a calm mature manner.

But you know what? I am good. There are better people with me now. I have two long distance boyfriends, two local ones, and one amazing husband. They kept me sane throughout the ten, long, aching years of pining after you. They remind me that I am lucky to be in love with so many boyfriends, men who are willing to give much more than you EVER GAVE ME.

I'll give myself two more years, and by then, you'll be nothing but a faded empty memory. A story that I tell to others to avoid empty, emotionally selfish men like you. I'll fully move on, and when that happens, I will be stronger than you. I will NEVER hurt anyone the way you hurt me, because I have a sense of honor and respecting myself. But in the end, the people who are close, and willing to be close to me, are going to benefit.

You're the one missing out.