He's gone. My ex fiance, with whom I became close to even after the engagement fell through, has moved. At very least, yes, he came in the morning just so I could say my goodbyes and get one last hug, but...it's not good enough. It's not fair. I didn't want this to happen. I wanted him to stay here. But no. Forget it now. He's gone, and I'm tired of it. All of it.
~TsUmI~

Have you ever noticed how sometimes that frightening pocket knife sitting in front of you has looked friendly to the wrist? That's what I'm noticing now.