This book is done- on to the next story

We had our run

And at first, it was beautiful

It was everything I wanted a love story to be

But that is all it was

A story

A fabrication

Something we invented because at the time we both believe this was what love was

But a real true strong love is not as fickle as you are

And because of that I know our tale was another tall one

I have told our story so many times since November that it is almost a memorized tale

It is not one with a happy ending

It is not something I need to keep reliving.

I am done.

With this narrative

With our story

With anything that has come from our time together.

Both past and present.

I will close that book and put it back on the shelf.

Where it will age and collect dust.

Because -You dear boy. are my past.

Nothing more

Nothing less

I will not let your actions continue to define who I am and how I feel

you and your memory hold no place in the next book in this series.