Closure

"Ross. Hi. It's Rachel. I'm just calling to say that, um, everything's fine. And I'm really happy for you and your cat. Who, by the way, I think you should name Michael. And, you know, you see there, I'm thinkin' of names; so obviously I am over you. I am over you. And that my friend, is what they call closure."

I would have e-mailed any other person and I do, I frequently do. He did not reply me, as usual - and, as expected. I expected that. Otherwise, it would be a surprise.

Last night, I was too aware of the fact that I am alone. I am alone, and not quite happy about it. Not sad about him not being there, either. I was even a bit relieved.

I am now at the point where the sadness is caused by the thought rather than the feeling. I find myself thinking how and why he does not want me rather than feeling sorry that he does not.

It's not something to cry over anymore; and it will pass when I punch something and feel great.
It
will
pass
.

This, my friend, is what I call my closure.

And I am now ready :)