So I believe that things have ended between the both of us. And that is okay. I do not mind. I do not feel any remorse at this event, for it was warranted on my behalf. I am, in fact, liberated. No longer must I fight such an insurmountable battle; no longer do I bear the weight upon my shoulders. Fragility is not my defining attribute, for I obtain a strong constitution. I am normally able to handle the trials and tribulations of life with relative ease. But I was never able to handle this.

I am incessantly plagued by the memory of those inferior to me. Equitably, I am incessantly plagued by the memory of this. The entire English lexicon could never elucidate my veritable emotion. Never have I known such melancholy. Never have I known such frustration and sadness.

Fortunately, I have severed the ties that once united us. Out shall remain constant, albeit in a less intense form. I am now free to associate myself liberally, with whomever I wish. I cherish my singularity. My focus will now be redirected entirely towards the realization of my goals and aspirations. I have made this assertion repetitively in the past; however, this is the first time I speak with confidence. This person is no longer a significant portion of my life. He is inferior. I will no longer be plagued by the incessant memory of him.