There goes the scattering of lost feelings.

Before I could hardly restrain myself from wanting to have him again. Everything back then was so raw and fresh. I couldn't remove him from my system. From my life.

Now I can't believe how foolish I was to have insisted on something that I had already lost, something never meant for me. My take on love then was that if I wanted it so badly, I would have to make sure I did everything possible to get it.

And I ended up where I first started - alone.

Now, I'm still alone. But curiously, it dawned on me that after a long time of letting go, after a long time after I did let go, I can look into his face again and find my feet still on the ground. I am not crashing down, as I did before.

He's merely a face now, not the one I used to almost worship.

I guess it's true then that time heals all wounds. Everything ends in time.

I caught a glimpse of him today, I entertained the thought of glaring at him to test myself. Thankfully, I can now turn away, happy that what was once a sad episode of mine has now turned to a murky chapter of little significance. There's no more heavy emotions. Just the delight of discovering that I could make it afterall.

There goes the scattering of lost feelings. There he goes.

And I'm gone from his life as befits my choice.