Sunday, April 29


I have long gone. Clearly, it has been months since I wrote about you or thought about you or spoke to you. As time passed, it became quite crystal clear that there is nothing more that I could expect from this, from us. I do not know how or why the thread just fell apart, why there is no need for us to pine for each other or reach out. We are content with this, with not speaking and with going our separate ways.

This smile on my face still has traces of you in it and I don't think it will ever go away.

You will, though. You will go away.