She made her choice. I had to make mine. I had to move on. She didn't want my forgiveness. She didn't want to be with me. She ran thousands of miles just to prove that point. She chose to leave me behind. I chose to carry on with my life.

I won't pretend she hasn't crossed my mind from time to time in the intervening year. I'd be fool to think I'm over her, because when something is as unresolved as our relationship, there's no chance of it ever truly being over.

But she's in LA now. Healthy and happy, as far as I know. I've met someone else. Laura's a nurse, cute and funny. She's scatty, in fact she's completely mad at times. She's the exact opposite of the last woman I was in love with.

I couldn't spend the rest of my life lonely. Why should I? I was the one wronged, the one betrayed. I was the one who deserved to be happy. And now, though it has taken a while, I am.