The End of a Love Story

I think I am done with him. There is nothing; some ephemeral friendship, mostly dreamed up by me, I think.

I used to use the approach of distance towards objects of affection. This time I used a different approach... actually trying to engage in getting to know someone... and it was a total flop. Those thoughts... of self-doubt, maybe there is something seriously wrong with me... keep surfacing. I need a balance scale which I can physically see, not obscured by my own judgements.

How do you retire a crush? Is there some symbolic moment when the flicker will blow out? Should I perform some ritualistic purging ceremony? Like burying dead goldfish in the snow?

I am going to write this one out.