So, I waited for that five year mark.
I've had some months to digest this. He wanted to but didn't reach out to me. Why? I can no longer sit back and hope that he'll understand that time apart doesn't heal our wounds. We do. We do with effort, time, patience and care. Without any of those things, we have nothing, and nothing is all we have now. There was a time when our lives were so intertwined that he was part of me. No longer.
So much for fairy-tale endings. All I ask is that if you know what you want, go for it without apology, without restraint, without indifference.