Truth shall, and it did, set both of us free.
There's nothing more to say, for now. I always knew it somehow. I cannot afford another of G.'s experience. We enjoy going to places together. And we seemed to have a lot in common, too.
Except that G's married.
I always had that connection with G., but nothing more.
And so I've learned to let go what is not mine. I told a friend once, half-jokingly, that I'm a very jealous "wife" (the term to denote a sense-belongingness, of ownership if you may). Maybe I'm really like that.
I no longer want to share. Because loving, is a currency I sparingly use. And when I decide to do so, it will belong solely to a person.
Contrary to what I thought and hoped, it wasn't you.
Goodbye, I guess. But thank you for the honesty.
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