I’m sad, having loved and lost… but sad in a selfish way. Mourning the death of a dream. Not letting you go, but letting go of the illusion of you. The person I thought I knew, thought I had once loved. I’m sad because you’re not the person I wanted you to be. Like a mound of clay that hardened all misshapen. At one point there was so much potential, now I don’t know what to do with you. There’s nothing I can do, except maybe give you away to somebody who might appreciate, or at least accept your shortcomings. You serve no purpose for me anymore. I’ve learned all that I can from you. You taught me how to let go, when to give up the fight, about setting boundaries and standing up for myself. Thank you for your lessons.