By Austin B. Hahn
I can’t spend the rest of my life thinking about where you’ve gone. I have to move on. I will no longer wonder if you have become all that you have wanted to be. I have to focus on my life now. Although the pain of your metaphoric demise has left a mark on my heart, I must live the life that awaits me as I am only left with remnants of a distant past. I’m not denying that you were a part of my life; I’m releasing you from my tenacious memory.
All my love,