vale.

For the very last time and forever, goodnight moon, and goodnight you.

You're no longer all that I think about.

When I look back now, I do not glorify you as I once did. I do not ignore all the time we wasted. I do not ignore all the times you sidestepped me. I do not ignore all the things I didn't say. We are both smart, introspective people. We both have spent the past seventeen years building up our own resilience and independence. We liked the same music and had the same favorite movie, and our connection on multiple levels gave us potential.

But we collided. No, not collide: it implies a quick, earth-shattering blow. Like the tectonic plates shift under the earth, parts of our personalities scraped and grazed and slid atop each other. They constantly moved with time and circumstance, but seldom were the days where we found the fault line ran smooth and the ground above remained steady. We spent over a year trying to match up the cracks, but eventually, the best of us was eroded by an omnipresent force called reality. We were never suited for each other in the ways that mattered.

I talk about you often, but I am one who likes to look back. I like to reflect on the days that have happened when I am trying to figure out how to approach the days that are to come.

I have a good feeling for the days that are to come.