I am still both happy and sad,
and I am still trying to figure out why that is.
I realised that in fact I have just gone through my first real breakup. I know I've written about lost love before, but none have enveloped my life as profoundly as ours. It's funny how I still have so much empathy for you, and I'm guessing that will never go away, even if it remains one-sided forever. I think ... thinking about you, about us will always make me just a little bit sad. Not because I would yearn for a reconnection, but simply for knowing that I've never come so close to happiness, yet in the same breath, been so far away from it. Perhaps when we meet again, things will be clearer - we will understand why we did the things we did, why we acted out, and why our story unravelled with such speed. Until then I shall come here and remember you fondly, never forgetting the path walked, and the journey so selflessly shared.
