Suckered.
So Grande has been locked away for a few weeks. We split up just before he went away, because, of course, no issue with us can ever be simply resolved, and I reached the end of my rope. After 2 weeks of being apart, I was able to think more clearly, and find a path that worked for me. I decided that investing 4 years in a relationship, only to get nothing out of it at the end seemed like a waste. I want to be able to say that I did absolutely EVERYTHING in my power to make it work, because if it doesn't, I won't feel like I failed somewhere. So I ventured out; extended the proverbial olive branch. I sat down, and poured out every last inch of my guts into a letter, saying everything I've ever wanted to say but was always too proud to. Afterward, I felt cleansed. I was met with gratitude, inspiration, and renewed hope from the recipient. We spoke a few times after that on the phone, always nice, sweet conversations, almost like we used to have. He missed me, and missed us, a