Trying to let go

So I sent that letter off to Army Boy. Have I gotten a response? No. Was I really expecting one? No.

It was therapeutic writing that letter. I didn't yell or write hateful things. Just that I wanted to talk. Once it was in the mailbox, I instantly regret it but after a few days, I realized that for me, mailing that letter was closure. I was able to communicate with him now whereas six years ago, I couldn't. So although I will never get a response I am okay with it. Do I hate him the way I did all those years ago? No. He seems to have moved on and doesn't seem as stuck in the past as I am. But I'm trying.

Am I content with my life right now? I don't know. It depends on the day. For the most part, yeah. I can pay my bills every month. I have a boyfriend who loves me. I have my friends that I would do almost anything for. I have my family. My life really isn't all that bad.

Am I done living in the past? I'd like to think so. Am I eager to see what the future brings me? Absolutely.