You cut me off without explanation. Blocked me on all fronts.
I isolated my illusion of certainty.
I desired to hear from you, are you with me? Or is it done?
I wanted to know.
But also, whether you talk to me or not, what really changes? How can I trust this won’t happen again? that you won’t just leave me for good some other time in the future? I can’t.
So no matter what I do not have certainty. And this moment is no different than the moment when you were speaking to me. I have the same amount of certainty you will be around.
I am beyond needing certainty. And I am beyond needing closure. These things I can five to myself… Its only ever me…