Yes... another relationship gone south; and yet I'm not writing thousands of dire platitudes about my pain and agony. Not writing an entire damned diary devoted to the heartwrenching pain. It's... personal, this time. This pain. Something only for me. I did what was right. I did it for him. I did what I had to do and it kills me because I miss him. But all I can do is rest in the knowledge that I did all I could. I don't want to think about hope. I don't want to think about pain. I want this to be only mine; I refuse to inflict this on the masses as a boring diatribe. And I did the right thing...
Didn't I?