After so many break-ups, here we are, bidding another one. And probably the last. Tired, drained, consumed. It has been the toughest ride of my life. We held on to something painful far too long. The result? Plain nothing. Like nothing runs in my head now. I can't even react accordingly. No tears. No violent reaction. Just plain "okay". Everything else changed in us. Plans, the conversation, the longing except maybe for one thing-- I still wish him well. Endless happiness. Good health. Good life. This time, without me.












