p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;""Just let go. It's as easy as breathing."/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"Or at least that's what he told me. I didn't believe him the first time he said it. It was three days after she left me and I was an ugly crying mess. He made me get up and eat something, then shower. Baby steps, he said. So I did./p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanAfter a month we watched her favorite horror movie together, and then he held me while I cried afterwards. It was the little stuff that hurt the most, deleting her recordings from the DVR, or throwing out all those stupid little scissors she kept in every drawer and cabinet in the house. But I made it through. I don't honestly know if I could have did it without him./p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanAfter six months I mailed my engagement ring back to her mother's house. I couldn't find her new address, and truthfully, I didn't look very hard. That night I went back to the restaurant where she proposed to me. I made him go, I know I needed to do this, but I couldn't do it myself. We even sat at the same table. I cried that night too./p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanAfter a year I saw her for the first time since she left me. I didn't cry. Eventually he asked me out. I said no at first, he deserved more than a hot mess still pining after an ex-fiancé who didn't want her anymore. But he persisted. He wore me down, and truth be told, I wanted him. We went on a picnic for our first date. And afterwards, he asked me if I wanted to go out again, I couldn't help the blush staining my cheeks as I mumbled 'yes'. He went from an acquaintance from school to my best friend, to my everything./p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"After three years, Andre and I have been dating for two years. We had a little girl, her name is Grace because her father is my saving grace. When he very first told me to let go, that it was as easy as breathing, he was half right. Letting go of Jade west was not easy, it hurt. And it took every bit of my willpower, and his, to not allow myself to wallow in my grief. But loving him was. Loving him was truly as easy as breathing. That's why tomorrow, I will become Victoria Harris. And I've never wanted anything more./p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; tab-stops: 177.5pt;" align="center"Fin/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"Or at least that's what he told me. I didn't believe him the first time he said it. It was three days after she left me and I was an ugly crying mess. He made me get up and eat something, then shower. Baby steps, he said. So I did./p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanAfter a month we watched her favorite horror movie together, and then he held me while I cried afterwards. It was the little stuff that hurt the most, deleting her recordings from the DVR, or throwing out all those stupid little scissors she kept in every drawer and cabinet in the house. But I made it through. I don't honestly know if I could have did it without him./p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanAfter six months I mailed my engagement ring back to her mother's house. I couldn't find her new address, and truthfully, I didn't look very hard. That night I went back to the restaurant where she proposed to me. I made him go, I know I needed to do this, but I couldn't do it myself. We even sat at the same table. I cried that night too./p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanAfter a year I saw her for the first time since she left me. I didn't cry. Eventually he asked me out. I said no at first, he deserved more than a hot mess still pining after an ex-fiancé who didn't want her anymore. But he persisted. He wore me down, and truth be told, I wanted him. We went on a picnic for our first date. And afterwards, he asked me if I wanted to go out again, I couldn't help the blush staining my cheeks as I mumbled 'yes'. He went from an acquaintance from school to my best friend, to my everything./p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"After three years, Andre and I have been dating for two years. We had a little girl, her name is Grace because her father is my saving grace. When he very first told me to let go, that it was as easy as breathing, he was half right. Letting go of Jade west was not easy, it hurt. And it took every bit of my willpower, and his, to not allow myself to wallow in my grief. But loving him was. Loving him was truly as easy as breathing. That's why tomorrow, I will become Victoria Harris. And I've never wanted anything more./p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; tab-stops: 177.5pt;" align="center"Fin/p