Does it even matter?
I saw this coming.
All things too good to be true usually are.
I set myself free and then they came along like a comet streaking across the skys of my world.
Age matters. Situations matter. I'm not ready again.
I think alone is where I shall live for the rest of my life.
And at this point, that is okay.
Bigger and better things are ahead, and there is no room for another person I have to think about.
I am still happy and free.
Just how I wanted to be all along.