A Blank Slate.

You? No.

Him? No.

I choose Me.

我看透了。

I need to walk away from it all.

Yes, even from You.

Perhaps I need to pretend that I've never known You and hence, everything that has transpired will be spools of fiction.

Friend T told me yesterday,
"You may not love again;
The hole in your heart may never heal,
But at the very least,
You'll never cry again."

So true.

In Your words,
"It's not that I won't miss,
But I'll have to leave one day.
And when that time comes,
____ (your name) doesn't want Mich to die."

So dear You,
Live Long & Prosper.

Perhaps by the time You return,
Mich would have ceased to exist.