T.

It is a new day. I have slept on the fustercluck to borrow a fellow poster's word of our email exchange yesterday. I feel far, far away from you. What the hell was that, anyway?

Broken. The team that we were, is no more.

I feel sad and liberated at the same time. When our relationship was good, which it was most of the time, it was healing and warm and wonderful. But when we fought, it felt like the most miserable thing ever.

Yesterday, all I felt was a sense of something like disempowered.

Even after that, my heart still loves you.

Bye, t.