How To Move

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  I think I'm in love.

  It's been over a year since I last wrote to you. I can't believe it's been so long. So much has changed. 

  Sarah is pregnant. She's due in about two months. That's exciting, I suppose.
  I'll just get to it. 

  I'm living with a man now. I'm happy and I think I'm in love.

  It's different.
  It was a much different feeling between you and me, but I think I like this one better and in all honesty, I'm missing you less and less.

  I don't know why I wrote this to you now. Maybe because I know that this is going somewhere and it scares me because I thought we were going somewhere to. 

  He got me a dog. It is the cutest little thing in the whole world.

  Listen, Will, my chains are breaking, slowly, but they're breaking, and slowly they are reattatching themselves to someone else in a looser, softer manner, and I am no longer drowning. My anchor drags with me now, wherever I want to go. 

  I'm getting there.

  But I'm not there yet.

  I keep asking him to be patient, but I'm not sure how much longer either of us can hold each other back. He's got issues too. 

  I'm telling you this because you still hold the key to my soul. You'll always have that key, but it's time for my lock to change. 

  So please, don't be surprised if, by the next time I speak to you, the key doesn't fit anymore.