When he asked me to tell him about what had been going on in my life, I had no idea where to begin. Could I really tell him the truth? About the fuck ups I made that actually led me to my happiness? His request caught me off guard. I didn't think he truly wanted to hear the intimate details of my life. So much had changed over the past few months, and other things had begun to take the place that he once held in my life. In a way, it felt as if it were a betrayal to tell him of the new man who was beginning to love me for who I am. For years, he had tried to learn to love me, but I just wouldn't ever let him. Now, I have entrusted my flaws with someone else and hoped that they would not use them against me. But as I began to fill up the silence with the things that had begun filling up my life, I could feel his part in my life dwindling down.