Rid.

In a way, I'm glad to be rid of you.

An Invitation.

One year ago I accepted an invitation to my past.  Never had my heart felt a reckless abandon to return to a time of unparalleled happiness (even when I was uncertain that was what I was feeling).  I feared the reason why was the infatuation of the past. It was not. Otherwise, I would not have set in motion what became this emotional train wreck.

Do I regret accepting the invitation?  I would be lying if I said yes.  I only regret this impasse.  Would I accept another invitation?  Of course... even if it takes another 24 years.









I am only resolved to accepting this because I have to but I still love you quite dearly.