This morning I had an epiphany that, after all this time, in the end, it really was nothing. That no matter how much you might think something is an absolute sure thing, that you would bet your life on it, that your heart and mind are in sync on it, that you know in absolute certainty that it will be, in the end(?), you finally accept the fact that, it really was nothing. And no matter how much you still want it to be something and in the back of your mind you still have a tiny bit of hope that you could be wrong, the reality is, it was nothing. Just a figment of the imagination.
So do you shut the book on it and try and forget, or do you keep a sliver of it alive, tucked in the back of your brain for just in case? Though easier said than done, the better thing to do is to shut the book on it and forget.
Because it was nothing.
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