It’s over, now. I thought it was over earlier this year when I messaged you to apologize. But I don’t think it could’ve been over then, not when I was still rather obsessed and infatuated and embarrassingly attached to you. But now…I can breathe, man. I can stop checking on you, I can stop harboring some kind of demented hope that you meant anything you said those many moons ago. And that’s reason enough to celebrate. I truly hope I never see you again and I wish we never met. You didn’t deserve any song I have ever written or performed or posted. I was an idiot. And I’m leaving that idiot in 2022. You will never be able to strike my interest again. But I do truly wish you well, this isn’t coming from a place of hatred. I wish you well. And I wish her well too.
