Life is too short to hold on to something that causes suffering.
It is with the same pleasure that you gave me, that I release the need for you in my life.
All the experiences we shared, still exist, but now It is just my recollection, my interpretation, my imagination, my articulation, my expression, my rendition, my explanation, my version, my story.
I am the protagonist in my life. You are a chapter.
A blank book awaits eagerly, inviting the bleeding ink of my experiences, to drip into markings that tell my story in the most imaginative of ways. So when I am old and grey, about to leave this earth, I will read it once more, walk away proud to have been able to experience it twice, once in presence and one in memory.