Even Better

There are some things that you are too afraid to ask for. Things that you desire a lot more than most others but have never dared to voice the desire for, in fear that it would most certainly be refused. The most pleasant surprises in life are when you get these things.

Getting over Even was one of those things. Needless to say, it was difficult to obtain. But it was worth fighting for. There's a great joy in being true to your own welfare. And he was never good for my head. Unlike carrot juice, whose qualities my mum never stops extolling. No, he was more like rice at lunch. Makes you lethargic and slows your reflexes. So that you're easier to hurt and find it harder to recover.

I'm not sure why it took so long (other than the obvious reason that I saw him almost every day) but I feel the lighter for having gotten over him (mentally lighter, physically I think I'm about the same). The surest sign of recovery is that I no longer want him to pine for want of me. I just want him to wither away (kidding) (God, I'm the one in recovery and you lose your sense of humour.)I think I should celebrate my Even-free or even freer existence!