I write this with mixed feelings. I know I should be happy, looking forward to new beginnings. He tells me it is the right thing to do. That he is the way to go. If so, why do I feel sad. I am trying, I really am. I even told him the passion is gone. He said passion can be regained unless it is given to another...then I must go get it back. When was I truly happy? When I was looking forward to a trip. Maybe I can find that happiness again.