At first, I was concerned about our breakup, but I eventually stopped caring and watched the relationship deteriorate without ever reaching for the watering can to keep it going.
I can’t really describe this, but I can say that after going through hell, you realize that it’s simpler to let things go than to exhaust yourself.
I did it because I had nothing else to offer the situation and needed to concentrate on more crucial areas.
I could have contacted you in the beginning to just ask what happened, and maybe I should have if only to get closure—that thing we strive for when a relationship ends abruptly.
Maybe I would have if my circumstances had been different. However, my course changed, and I never turned around once I started down that new path.
I was once informed by a coworker that I would be able to name all of my best friends on one hand by the time I was forty. I didn’t understand what she meant, but now I do.
