Been pondering some news for the last thirty-odd hours. Short breaks for sleep, work and going to the bathroom.

What I've come up with so far is that I'm tempted to be jealous and I'm tempted to be sad, but what I want is to be happy. Of course that's the hardest to come up with. But you know me, happiness is generally a rare situation.

There's nothing about your situation that I want for myself, and truly hope, with all of my heart, that this turn of events (eventhough we knew it it's been coming for a while) suits you and brings you all the happiness you deserve - And just so we're clear you deserve a lot.

But I've felt the distance growing and I think that this news just begins to nail the top of the coffin of our friendship into place. It's going to be a slow long good bye. While it's wonderful news for you, I know I'm going to have to move on.

I want to pout and stomp my feet and whine about the unfairness of it all but you've always had me beat in knowing what is unfair. I know I'm dwelling now, and I'm sorry.

Just know, darling, that I wish you all the best, and I miss you terribly.