Keep-out

The dust has settled and hopefully everything will be on its way. It's not surprising after such a short time, that it really still comes down to a small load of his clothes and his camera again (I have a habit of NOT returning cameras dont I..)

I know I'm allowed to grief, feel the loss - No shortcuts.. but come on, heard of the word 'Jaded?'
My heart is .. well. Feels like an after-storm.. although there's this bit of curry still cooking on the inside.

S says, "It just boils down to Character."
What do I say? It's apparent.

The possible sad part, I guess, if I say so myself, was to have to negotiate everything that has happened with a partner who cant even be bothered to try.

I'll still stick with Nothing lost on my side. You really, really never lost what you never had.
I did what I could and I do nothing now.

"If it's not love from both, then what is? Love is the reason." says S.
If I were a book, I bet S read me.

"What if an itchy finger? We all have one." she exclaimed.

"Oh ya. I burnt mine. Remember? I dont have it anymore." I replied.

I've come far enough to realise I've been taken lightly for.. many, many times.
Well, at least I didnt rediscover the joy of going down to Zouk for a drink.

All I'll do now.. wait for the newfound sparkle in my eye, the zest for Jesus even more, of life! and the transformed figure of a woman (breakups are for weightloss)
I cant "Haha" right now but things really will be different.
Heads will turn when I walk by. I'll feel, and look, younger. And all it will take was losing maybe 71 kilograms.

71 kilograms of someone, that is.

(The trash is at the kerb; my heart I shall keep.)