So this is the end.

On the last day of February,
I find myself alone.

Thinking of the different events, milestones, and feelings that we I have gone through. Surprisingly enough, I feel no overpowering emotion. No wellspring of tears. No burgeoning of self pity.

I feel calm. At peace even.

I have definitely changed. Gone are the days when I would readily pledge undying love to the person who made me happy. No more romantic dreams of happily ever after. No more hoping that I'll never get hurt again because I found the one. There are still a lot of questions I'd like answered. A lot of emotions that I wish I didn't feel. Maybe I'll be happy alone, maybe not.

One thing im sure of though.


There's no going back.



Id rather live thinking what if, than living in regret.