As a result of the dream my mind conjured,
I mustered up the courage to do what I've
been meaning to do for some time.
With a sudden burst of strength, I
took every carefully crafted letter,
every dutifully drawn picture and
I disposed of them.
And I cried.
I cried for the months spent loving
and the months wasted waiting for
something that wasn't going to become.
And this time I cried, I cried not
because it felt like losing a love,
but because it finally felt like saying
goodbye.
