September 7, 2017:

I no longer dream of you. I no longer think of you. Seldom, and without affection.

I've spent years learning to dislike people with your personality traits. Liars, manipulators. Charming, attractive. But selfish, and untrustworthy.

I never thought that would be. I'd thought: there will always be you.

But there wasn't, and there's not, and with time and experience I became grateful for that. You weren't so much bad for me as disastrous.

It's too long, now. It's too long to be real.