A few weeks ago, I found myself doing really well, better than all of the times I’ve quit him before. When I dreamt of him, the dreams were no longer full of lust and ache. Even in my dreams I knew that we weren’t right for each other. I dreamt that I flew over his apartment building in a helicopter. The building looked beautiful and he called to me to come in through the roof. But I didn’t go. It’s as if even my subconscious version of him was ruined. I felt glad it was ruined. I felt strong and free.
