over, and over.

it's been three times over, but not once conclusive.

there is finally closure today; i can slowly, but surely close one bittersweet chapter which lasted 7 years. (and when it began, i complained 7 years would take too long. how very ironic.)

i feel a little lost right now. finally letting go is like i'm creating a crevice inside me. a shallow one, but it's still a crack.

nevertheless, i know i'm not really losing anything. choices like seasons, just change inevitably... and i am but a little melancholic.

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dammit, i'm not going to get married by 26 now.