Closure.
I decided to peruse that entry by James once again.
I feel old whenever I think about our relationship. I was too idealistic back then, and I never thought I’d fall out of love for him. I was a child! So was he. And now I know not everything’s forgiven and forgotten.
Closure. It’s something I have never really perfected. When I need to end things, I just pack up and leave. Which is not right, right? One should leave an explanation behind, so the other can pack up and leave too, without hang ups.
This is my fault.
James has become what he is now because of what I did. Maybe I was just too chicken to come back and tell him that it’s over. I left him hanging, and in turn, Raymund left me stuck in mid-air.
KARMA KARMA KARMA CHAMELEON.