Soon, you’ll be dead to me. Nothing more than just a part of the story. A short story. Funny thing is that I feel free, unburdened. Maybe, it was because I wondered “what if” and now confirmed it was doomed beyond a shadow of a doubt. You were right though. We’re just going to go back to resenting each other and refusing to acknowledge each other’s existence. Strangers that once knew each other very well. That’s okay though. You’re no longer dear to me. I don’t need you. I know who’s there for me, who’s a part of my life. I know I’ve done right by them.