Christina and I are done. It's sad, and I'm not done being disappointed about it, but it's also for the best. At least for me it is, and I'm slowly relearning that that's all that has to be important to me. It's good to remember how simple life used to be during all those years before I got around to dating anyone. Even as I'm occasionally down about no longer having a one-person-to-share-it-all-with, I'm still one-person-to-do-it-all, and I'm enjoying myself immensely. Nathan and Henry and Frank and others have been great help getting from there to here. The passage of time, too. I still have a ways to go, I'm sure, to finish letting go of what I thought I had.