Hiding behind the feeling of lost, does not change the present situation of stuck.
Blaming the other seems like a source of reality when all it has been is an excuse.
An excuse from the person that has to grow and move on.
The other was never about the person but just the feeling that was longed to have.
It could have been anyone as long as it took the mind away from the larger problems to be faced. Now there can be no time for that other, so now what?
What becomes of the person that was before and what might potentially be again.
Is there growth from this personal account or is it discarded completely.
Is the idea to pretend that it never existed or is it embraced and used to understand the complications of why it happened in the first place.
Was it supposed to happen or just a sick joke from the idea of the greater good that is to be my life.

My life, that defines it as mine, what a joke. Like there is ever a choice.