November 30th from 1-2pm is going to stay with me forever. 1 year, 2 months and 13 days. Seems like so little time, but it really was a lot. For me anyway. I know I can get better. I know I can be the woman that I'm meant to be and not be bogged down by the parts of me that are inexcusable. I can only hope that our paths will cross again someday and that I can show him. Friends or more, it will turn out the way it is meant to, I hope. It hurts so much I can't even think.