Your silence all that time was the answer I was seeking. I’m sorry for opening old wounds under the guise of clarity. Wish I’d asked you why you reached out that one time all those years ago, but we both know. It’s ok. You meant so much more to me than I did to you, but that’s no one’s fault. I’ll always hold a tiny flame for you, I think.

“Sometimes he awoke in the morning and felt nothing; his soul leaped, for he thought he was free; he loved no longer; but in a little while, as he grew wide awake, the pain settled in his heart, and he knew that he was not cured yet.“