I felt that I need to write something.  Unfortunately, there is so much going on that it’s hard to really settle on one specific topic.

So it finally happened.  I knew I had to get over it some day, and I thought I would have (because I definitely should have) gotten over it by this point in time, but it’s still a little rough.  I admit – I’m mature enough to have let most of it go.  And I have.  But there’s this tiny percentage of me that subconsciously hangs on.  Why?  Because 11 years is a long time.

Here’s to shattered dreams and misguided hope.  I’ll drink to that.