Hope you're doing well. Well, truthfully, in the nicest way possible, I don't really care. But I just thought that was funny when I saw this thread. You weren't a bad person, what happened wasn't your fault. Wasn't even mine really. I did love you, and I did imagine spending the rest of my life with you, but it was just the best decision for everyone involved to end it. It was so dramatic back then. And now, after all these years... I just don't even care. It's like none of it even happened, or it happened in some strange alternate reality and it wasn't really me. Maybe I'll feel this way about the people I care about now. I don't seem to be capable of keeping them either. But I don't know if that's a good thing. I'm tired of moving on, over and over.