It’s a special day because it’s Simon’s birthday. And so, when I took Abby for a walk today at Bannock Point, I thought a lot about Simon – our time together.
I thought about our adventures in the Rockies and the many times we laughed so hard – or, should I say, that I laughed so hard – the times I had to run to the bathroom because I was so out of control.
We’ve had a great time. We’ve been in love. We had silly idiot grins on our faces those first weeks and months. We shared and still share important values. We’ve taken chances, leapt off the cliff, trusting we wouldn’t plunge but would grow wings instead.
We’ve supported each other in our dreams – and continue to do so. And that is why we are going to part. And I refuse to feel sad about that. This is what we have chosen. I suppose one reason I don’t feel sad is because I’m simply not thinking about it. I’m living the best life I can every day – looking for adventure, hiking, living in nature. Simon is also living his best life. And that’s what we want for each other.
At any rate, he’s a man who I will always love. And sometimes, love means being apart.