14 Months Down The Road

It would have been 14 months today.

Instead, I am back home, with barely half of the things that I've accumulated at your place over the past months. It's going to take at least 2 more trips to clear everything.

How did we end up here? Why is my final memory of you right now so sad and bitter?

I guess I could have fought it somemore... But I am tired, just like you are. The strength has been utterly drained out of me. Today, I surrender. I no longer believe. You had given up months ago, but gave me the benefit of doubt. I give up today, when I found out how you had taken everything and moved it without even telling me. I will not deny it hurt. I would have thought you would have saved me the pain and at least let me settle down before going to clear the things. The indiscriminte way you threw everything together into random bags made me wonder if you were in that much of a hurry to erase me out of your life.

I guess this is what you call closure....