Things have changed for me and that's okay, I feel the same.

Things have changed for me. And that's okay.
How many seconds, minutes, hours of my life have I wasted thinking about stupid, stupid things? Probably many, but now here I am and my whole feelings have changed, my whole outlook on what I thought life should like has morphed into something wonderful. I no longer torture myself with the what ifs and the maybes, no longer sit there wondering. And it's okay I didn't get reply. Isn't that just a reflection on him rather than me? I have a clear conscious, I was the honest one, I told the truth. He didn't, couldn't. So it's his problem, his conscious he has to face, not mine. I'm fine.

Who'd have thought one poxy email could change a whole feeling. Oh well, I'm not about to complain. And yes, I may sound cheesy. But I'm able to look him in the eye now, instead of looking away because of how much it hurt to think that he didn't know. Now he does so there are no what ifs, none at all.

Awesome.