She's a Fleeting Fox

It feels so good to see his face and not feel anything. Honestly. No feelings arose. I hope he's doing okay. I guess...no..well, it doesn't matter.

We're long gone from where we were. And seeing pictures of him, fuck,... I can't even remember why I thought I loved you.

Honestly.

 

It all is clear.

I'm happy and that's what matters.
At peace.