I don't miss anyone I've ever loved.
I loved them.
And the connection ended.
Just like that. Period.
I don't long for any of what was already gone to come back.
I don't reminisce of the past.
Nor regret a thing or a person.
Their time has ended. Period.
I no longer wish for any feelings to return.
To remember a face and just let it go.
To leave a piece and just forget it all.
Memories are made. Period.
Nothing to restart, all ties are cut.
Burnt bridges we don't repair.
Missed calls we can never retry.
Also end did came. Period.
What we had was just an era.
A simple date that aged in time.
It was done and was no longer relevant.
All was well wrapped-up and inished.
It is I, a prisoner of the past.
A survivor of change.
Who lived after the end.
Masked as if our time never came.
Treated it like it was just another page.
A chapter.
A sentence.
A book fated to burn.
Something to get over with and turned.
To mumble that the finished tale.
To be torn and thrown was fine and it was okay.
Saying it like it never mattered, nor it became a part of myself.
To move forward and not get stuck like you already did.
To treat our story.
Like it's just a period.
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Writer's Note:
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