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So tonight I found the strength to let go. I closed the door to the unexpected. I seem to always manage to fall in love with "what was" and "what could be", forgetting that "what is" matters just as much. With Lost one, i hung on far too long because of this, loving the man that he was and the man I hoped he would one day be again, but I realised that what I was in love with was a past that was gone and a future that may never be.

I didn't love the unexpected, I think it was more that I liked him but I loved the possibility of loving him. So much so that I held on, despite deep misgivings about if we were actually on the same wavelength. I tried to believe it was a yin yang thing. *lol* the lies we tell ourselves ay? I was frightened to close that door, afraid that I would not see that possibility in anyone else. But really that's not a good enough reason to stay. And I believe that this is the same reason the unexpected has been so reluctant to go as well.

So i've tossed the die. I leave the rest to the stars. *hums Faith by George Michael*