You’d think that would be an adequate precursor to what’s happened today, but unfortunately no.
It’s just that no matter how much you want to change, when life suddenly with a clarion call & a flourish decides to end a phase of itself that encompasses three fifths of its entire existence, well, you notice. Well, notice in the sense that there will be a disturbance in the ennui, nothing more, nothing intense. Nevertheless, this hurts.
Wait, it whats? Hurts? No. No, this is not hurt, it is … not hurt.
Twenty years, it’s been. For some people it’s a lifetime, for others, it’s 101 lifetimes (but who’s counting) anyway, let’s call it twenty one. Years. Entangled, enraged, enmeshed, end of story, we’re done, amen.
I’m glad it ended gently, with all the sharpest shards missing their targets & the unsaid things remaining safely silent.
I am glad it ended, full stop. I am sorry for any casualties but that can &/or will not stop this gladness.