Feels good not to love

This is something I've been feeling for quite sometime. Not total lack of love for anyone or anything - no no, I'm saying it feels good not to love just one person in particular. For years I loved him, wondered about him and us, cried because he was gone. After so many years, it's dead. Finally! I was just glad it was dead before my new love walked into my life. Otherwise I might wonder if it really was dead or just shifted. Nope, gone. I know this for sure.

Funny how fate works out. The chain of events in my life have so far made sence. Let's just hope this time around I really did find "the one". Sure does seem like it, athough I'm still so very cautious. I've unintentially pushed him away more that once, but he won't budge. Good, I know he's serious about us. He's not giving up so easily. And here we are, just days away from being completely together. He's making some big sacrefices, although blowing them off as nothing. I know better, him living here is going to be a huge change. I mean world turned upside down change. For me...wow. Either he doesn't know what he's getting himself into or he really is devoted. Now let's see if he stays....