I'm not sure how I feel about it. On one hand, I'm free. We're talking more civilly than we have in months, and we're both where we feel we should be.
On the other hand, I have her childhood teddy bear sitting here next to me in a chair, along with a handkerchief I gave her the first time we met and the bear she gave me last Christmas. The pullover she gave me last Christmas is laying on my bed. I'm surrounded by memories of us being together.
I guess it's not that bad. I've found myself drifting slowly away from her lately, and with all the problems we've had, it's not surprising. Now we're both a lot happier, and the sadness will fade. Because of differences, though, this still hasn't settled the "What if" from when we were originally together.
In the meantime, I'm trying to figure out what pace I should inform people. There's a long list of people that will want to play matchmaker, and I'm not quite ready for that yet. And yet, I am. We both need to move on.