Mellow Doubt.

I shouldn't care this much to read something, as loose as that, from someone like you. But I did. It haunted my mind all day. Not remorse, neither uncertainty. Simply a ghost that I saw exorcised.

I want you to love someone, fully and deeply, like I do now. Someone able to complete you like I never could, simply because we don't match as much as we liked to think.

But it feels strange, to realize. It used to feel solid, constant, and became nothing, abruptly, absolutely. I can't imagine a human being that would get over this quickly and painlessly.

I feel we've cut our final connection, the last thread in my mind. I see now we're not just apart, we're going our own separate ways. And it's great, but it's just one of those bad feelings when you realize things.

The inevitable ache of loss.

I'm so lucky to be where I am today. I hope I have cried my last tears of mourning to this. We have to be free.