I feel connected to him still. I know that a part of me always will and I’ve learned to accept that, to be okay with it. I don’t mind holding a grudge and I do. But, my love and hatred for him cannot be separated no matter how hard I try. Most days I feel gleeful when I think back on memories. But nights- nights I feel nothing but envy and regret. I guess that is what happens when one is forced to fall out of love.