April Fool

Time passes, wounds close, scars set in, and you're left with memory.
It's always memory, isn't it? The brain has that unique capacity to interrupt a perfectly good day with something that cripples you like a bullet to the stomach.

It isn't as bad as it used to be, I admit. But it is also April.
27 days, 16 hours, 30 minutes. Then I can wrest myself out of the grip of the past.

In the meantime, I'll say simply this:

Telling you that I was happy for your new relationship remains, and will remain for a very long time, the most difficult thing I have ever done.

...and I will not lie for the sake of another human being ever again.

- C