goodbye to you
I've been searching deep down in my soul
Sometimes, when it is late at night and I am staring out at the tennis courts, eyes half lidded, I miss him. But this has become more and more infrequent. I believe, I will soon cease to behave in the manner. Eventually. Of course.
It’s a pleasant feeling.
I am finally learning to let go of him. And this time, I believe myself when I say it.
No, I do not miss him less because there is another. I miss him less because it has come to my realization that we no longer need each other, the German and I. Assuming that we actually needed each other at one point in our lives.
I am finally at peace with this whole predicament.
And I wish you well.
words that I'm hearing are starting to get old