Break

I don't love you anymore.

I still listen to your music. I still love what you can do with your guitar, your voice and your band, but not as obsessively, or as compulsively, as I did before.

Between listening to you and Marc Broussard, whom I think could possibly outshine you someday, my utter and complete love for you has faded.

This is not necessarily a bad thing, because that means I've expanded my horizons, in virtually all aspects of my life, including men and music. This isn't to say Marc's replaced you, because he hasn't, it's just that I don't need you to be my crutch anymore. Now, I'm my own support. I don't need to lean on anyone else except myself.

I've found Life, and I'm living it as best as I can.

I've healed.

Thank you for lifting me out of the darkness, for saving me, for giving me hope and faith and love when I needed it the most.

Then again, I may change my mind when you come out with your new album next year.