I know this path very well, soon enough I'll be over this. Maybe later I'll go back and flung myself at its cobblestones again.
Or maybe not.
I may be too old to remember. Too unfeeling perhaps. Or just tired.
I don't know. Maybe I do but don't want to.
If we break our hearts so often, will it learn not to break again. How does one break something that is broken?
This is for you. For the things we've said and not; the things done and should have done. Remember that I did, no matter how much you deny it. Perhaps, too, you will, to and fro -- forget me now but will remember later somehow. Have a happy life. You know who you are.