Moving Forward

Today marked a new beginning. I think, or rather, I know, that me&Pierce have finally gotten the closure that we so desperately needed. It sucks, because he's been one of my closest, best friends for the past 7 years. And you might think that, oh, well couldn't you two just be friends? Well, you see, when you become that emotionally attached to someone, and you fall that much in love, you could never go back to being 'just friends'. We tried for a bit, but realized it wasn't going to work out between us. So I knew we had to talk about it and was busy all day with him, trying to sort 'us' out.
And we came to the conclusion that it was better that we just started living separate lives. Which isn't that hard, because we hang out with different crews anyways. I guess it just feels like there's a missing chunk of my life now. But this is the only way that it would work for us, and it took us months to finally accept that fact. So seven years, down the drain. The only thing left is to move forward with my life.