How To Lose Yourself In A Week Or Less.

To have someone tell you that they never want to love or be loved again, and to know you're the reason for that...it really hurts.

It feels like a sharp, stabbing pain, right through me, every time I think about it.

There's nothing I can do about this. You know that. I'm grateful for what we had, as difficult as it was at times, for the things I learned, and the ways we both grew and developed from it. But I can't change the way I feel. You can't buy love, you can't sell feelings. In many ways, we did eat each other, and that was the breaking point.

I know you feel lost without me; that you don't want to be alone, and that you don't think you can do this without me there, but I know you can. You're so much stronger than you let yourself believe. If only you could see that.

This week flew by, but sort of slowly glided past as well. Odd.

Time truly was the answer, all along. Patience, even. Just not in the way I thought it would be. Your loss, not mine. It was never my loss, and never will be. Some day you'll see that. Only, probably not.

So foolish, in the ways you act. And other people, as well. I just don't understand human motives, sometimes. But I'm content with that lack of understanding. Some day I'll get it. Or maybe I won't.

Who cares?