I received a piece of information today and I wish I hadn't. It was just enough to make me doubt everything again, yet as little to still make me hope. I know I obsess way to much, but I can't help thinking about all the things I let slip through my fingers in order to get what I think can make up for what I did to Her. She would have been so proud, she would have known exactly what to say and what to keep to herself. If only I had been stronger, more careful, maybe I wouldn't be stuck in what feels like a devouring void...
I am not a king, neither am I a slave. Forever fighting to reach one side, any side, it doesn't even matter at this point. All I want is closure, a purpose. I don't care what it is, I just want one, but more than that, I need one. I did my best, I was polite, I did the right thing. Now all that remains is to see if all I gave was enough...