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.