I've figured it out. How to fine tune you out of my life. While it's always a lonely start trying to get rid of someone you've been used to, somehow you get along fine and get used to the initial loneliness. And then after that, you're OK. You've sort of flushed him out of your system -- like a bad habit you could smile at with detachment. Like a stick of cigarette when you've quit smoking, or a bottle of beer you could turn down at whim and without much difficulty.
It's a little sad, to some extent. Because whatever it was we had wasn't all bad, really. I guess some issues just outweighed some others -- and the bottomline led me to where I am now, and where you are in my life. Far away. Where everything's okay. And we will be okay.
I just know it. Something about this feels good, for a change.
I wish I could ride home with you. But that would be too much of a relapse for comfort. Apart from the fact that you weren't really serious, were you? Seriously? Yep, I figured so. And I'm surprisingly fine with it, now.
Ang galing no? Ang galing.
