And just like that...

I'm over it.

Him:

Andrew.

Andrew emailed me back today, to apologize for not telling me himself that he was getting married.

But I don't care.

I don't care that he said he was sorry. He's sorry for passing off that most sensitive of duties to Anna. He's sorry he was too late, because I'd already heard it through the grapevine. He's so sorry it hurt me -- he never meant to hurt me. He's not trying to forget me, or make me disappear. He will always care about me.

So what. It's over Andrew. I'm done now.

You did me a favor. For the first time in years, I truly feel free of you. I'm 30 years old, and I now can have my own life.

It doesn't matter if Andrew's sorry. It only matters that I'm okay.

But he'll never know. Because I deleted his email. I deleted all my sent mail. I emptied my trash. And then I REALLY did it:

I deleted the "Never Over Andrew" playlist in my iTunes.

I mean it, people.

And just like that...



He was gone.