You know, I forget how much fun it can be to be single.

All sorts of possibilities await!

I’m a pretty flirty person when I want to be. When I feel confident enough. On a good day sassy and sweet, sultry and sexy.

Who me?

Yeah. I can be that girl.

(Of course I can be the complete opposite too, sad, depressed, unattractive and unlovable it just depends on the hour.)

As soon as I found myself single I unfortunately started to re-evaluate the past and perhaps some unresolved feelings for an ex. An ex who has been a dear friend of mine for sometime and helped me through the breakup.

On September 20th he wrote this:

“I wish you were here also, my dear. I’ve always thought that you are a part of my ‘home,’ wherever that may be.”

And let me tell you…seeing those words really hit me hard. No, it didn’t work out between us, we both wanted it to and it didn’t. But there I was in a relationship, for 3 years, living with someone I was trying so desperately to make a home with…a future with…and nothing. Sigh.

Emotional overload.

The fact of the matter is, I loved my ex and part of me still does.

Same is true for Mark of course.

And neither one worked out.

Moving on…