A matter of public record

For my dear readers who are not themselves LJ-enabled and so missed out on last night's post:
Matthew and I talked last night and... it looks like we are really... I so hate the phrase "breaking up" but, at least... breaking things off.

Letting it go.

Saying it out loud should help make it feel more real (because I think it is this time), but it doesn't really.

( What do I wish for you, what do I wish? )

And I know on some level(s) I'm ready to move on. But it still sucks awfully.

Where I'll be this Saturday afternoon

( Melrose-palooza! )