Can I simply hate and hate and hate? It will be so simple and easy to just hate hate and hate.

Yet I know I cannot. How can I when I can see so clearly that she had felt the same way too.

This is just one episode in my life. An episode that I may look back and think it was nothing after all.
But right now. At this very period, this very moment, It is something. I feel somewhat restless. Something is missing. A part of me, a part I had invested and believed in is missing. It is up to me to complete myself. This much I know. But how exactly to go about it? I feel that the journey to enrich myself and gain contentment is so very long and arduous.

And it is so scary. so scary to think of it. No trace will be left. Of me having lived in that room. Of me having spent countless hours in the room above. Of him spending countess hours in the room below. Everything done, everything said, is naught.

What will be left? Vestiges of what was, glimpses of what had transpired, traces of laughter and thoughts shared that only I hold on to? I hold certain memories close to my heart. I don't know. But the idea that they may not mean anything to him gives me an empty feeling.

What was I. Now that this is the end. An interloper?

To me it was my first relationship, which I cherished and which I do not regret.
Let's hope that I move on soon.
There are more pressing things to do. A million things I can do.

Bye. Short and sweet. Clean and concise.