The end

That's pretty much it. It ended already.

I wondered. How can something that hasn't begun could end? But it happened, right before my very eyes.

It started fast; it ended fast. I believe it's fair to end it the same way as it had begun.

I guess that's just the way it is.

Maybe three months were long enough. To me it wasn't. But to something that has no beginning, maybe it was way too long.

I'll be resilient. I'll be okay. I just need to learn to ignore the presence, clean up my memories, disregard the inducement to communicate. I didn't realize closing the communication line is the hardest. I'm still optimistic.

I miss it though...