In The End.

When it ended, I looked back on the wasted remnants of what we were. To the right, our could-have-been blossomed, stretching into the horizon. To the left, callousness and dishonesty, perhaps weakness…I lie. Definitely weakness…obscured the path we tread—yet the brokenness could not be hidden. We parted for his need of a woman who's words oozed testosterone fueled fallacies of his manhood. I dreamed he'd find strength in the best of who he is.      He did not. In the end, our truth was simplicity born of wasted moments. I am not sorry.