Tonight's post is about Ray. I just saw the picture of me horseback riding from my Cabo trip from two years ago, weeks before Ray and I broke up. I realize that I have absolutely no bad thoughts about Ray; I don't want to push him out of my life. At the same time, I don't think about him. The great thing is I can just think about Ray and just be (with the exception of writing about it at this very moment). I wonder, when/if he thinks about me, what emotions come up.
