Not the destination...

I was posting on another webpage today about paths and the like. How this is all a journey and that the people that come in and out of our lives are those that cross that path. How to think in these terms, allows me some sort of acceptance for when they leave my life. It is time for them to continue in their direction which is different than my own. It all sounds great and part of me does believe it. Doesn't mean I like it much. I really hope that he doesn't cross my path with his new girlfriend in tow. I can't be responsible for my behavior or what comes out of these lips. Hopefully, if that happens, I will be wearing a bikini at the time and making him feel quite the idiot for walking away. If that should come to pass, I am sure I will be able to restrain my hatred...filled instead with smiles and lots and lots of laughter.