Perhaps one day, I might heal substantially enough to disclose not one but two blows that happened give and take 100 minutes ago.

I trust in time as a universal healer, the greatest of them all.

Thus, as a general rule, I allow myself time to mourn. To allow the hurt to subside.

However, I feel the primary cause of this particular grievance nowhere near worthy of my energies; my emotions that highly fluctuate. Blinded by misguided love, I believe I will be in danger of softening anytime, like before, and that will never do.

As such, for now at least, it'll be sealed most prudently. Buried in the very deepest abyss.

Best forgotten, never to be mentioned again.

This is the ending.