i am starting to realize that the more i write about you the less and less i feel for you drying you out, over and over with each word and letter and maybe this is my sense of finding closure because you would never give me any and i feel my fingers are done spilling over for you perhaps not as frequently, but never again and you can stop haunting me and making me feel bad i think at last, you've become a stranger to me and i could not be more happy at the thought of you no longer plaguing my writing (i learned to let you go on my own)