Letting go has been easier this time around. I guess that usually is the case when you know the stakes going in. When you realise from the start what are the chances of things working out (or not). Still, it doesn’t stop the emotions from running wild. And the disappointment over a broken promise, which lead to sadness and anger and more disappointment.
I didn’t know what to expect when we last met, but I know it would likely be a long while before we’d see each other again so I had hoped that we could talk about you and me. However, what I got was another ripple on the surface, not enough to see the inner layer of your being.
I wish you well, I wish you happiness. For me too, because I damn well deserve to be happy.