When you turn the page in your book, you can only title it after you have lived in that chapter. For me, for the past three years, that chapter was titled “Luke”. I had never known what a loving relationship meant until I had one with him, and after ending it on a Thursday night after work I wasn’t sure what was going to happen to me or if I would survive ending the only thing I’ve ever known since high school. I know I will be okay, I know I’ll go on and live my life as an independent person with a successful life. Sometimes you change and you grow and sometimes love just isn’t enough to keep it going. I’ve learned that now, and that’s okay. I feel more enlightened on the realities of life than ever before, good and bad.