status update:

Five months since he left me.
Two months since our last communication.

One minute since the last time I cried over him.
Nix that; cried over who he was when he loved me. That person is dead now. Dust. Whoever he is now, it's not the person that loved me.
I am not that person either.

I miss who we were when we were happy, but not so much that I would take back all the bad things. This realization is a step forward for me. He is dropping backwards into actual ex status. It feels good.
I am doing this on my own. I am doing this without relying on some romantic shit to get me through. I don't have a partner to cry to. I have my cat and my roommate and a couple friends I don't talk to about him.
or don't talk to much about him. Really. What more is there to say?

Love, lost, gone. What's done is done is done. What's gone is gone is gone.