It's Over.

I'm packing it all in and letting go. This is something that should've been done a year ago and have lingered on for too long. Delete, purge, concealed, extracted out of my mind. I hope it's true that time will heal all wounds.

 

The envelope is too thick to fit in my journal, but I will find a box to store it along with other items that need to be put away. Those two pages found their homes on two other pages in my journal.

 

 

(I was actually a little afraid to post this but I wanted to share.

If you know him, don't tell him. Or me.)

Done