It would have been eight years today. Do I regret my decision to end things? Absolutely not. Then why am I writing about it? Eight years is over a third of my life. That's a long time. I kind of wish I could get back some of those years, but it's done and over with. If there was a way to get those years back, I would have done more things for myself. I am using those years as learning lessons for myself.
The past five months have been some of the happiest for me. Looking at it today, I am so glad the relationship didn't make it to the eight-year mark. If it made it there, I wouldn't have met some really awesome people that have entered my life, especially a certain person that I live with.