Vignette 16: Frankly My Dear, I Don’t…

From Heartbreak, Mourning, Loss. Volume One, Detach or Die

Letting go, separating, at last

For ten months, I have been waiting for a clarification that you won’t or can’t give me. When you severed the sexual bond between us, you asked if we could remain friends. My answer is this: not now! Hope has to die off before I can see you again. I won’t deny the deep affection I have for you, but for now, I want a complete severance; don’t call, don’t email, and don’t show up. I rented out my apartment and I am leaving for a year’s sabbatical.