every so often, i stumble across the little things. the pajama top i never threw away, the face cream you left behind. little things that carry no significance with regards the times we shared. that’s why they’re still here. unworn. unused. untouched. i couldn’t bear to retain anything which reminded me too strongly of you. of us. and after we parted both our possessions and our ways, i lived through the chain of emotions one by one – i’m sure you did too. until we reached the end. i don’t know how long you took but for more than a year i thought this last emotion was somewhere perched between anger and hate. and in those moments i was comfortably resolute between the two. but there were days when i would find myself climbing down and wondering into the the fields of forgiveness. but not for too long – day trips perhaps.

sixteen months on i find i like the fields better. i suspect you never will. and in this time i’ve found a new half. so have you. you’ve found two in fact. tell me, do you feel whole?