Hope floats

Just like that Sandra Bullock movie, I finally begin to breath some fresh air. I'm getting over it, my will is coming back, and so is my mood.
Maybe it is also because of the holidays and the days off I'll take with my kid at the beach, but I am begginning to feel better. I am leaving the wish to hear his voice and read his mails. I am finally thinking of him as some guy from my past, something that could have been but it wasn't.
Pain is going away, and also is sadness. My only sorrow is that, whenever it comes the time for me to get over someone, it usually means that there won't be another chance. Once I get over him, this story will come to its end. No going back.
Sorry J, you had me. All you had to do was keep me, and it didn't require a lot of you: you already had me. But you did nothing, and you let me go. Maybe you don't care, but if you do, I hope there won't be a day when you regret it, 'cause I won't be there anymore, for sure.