If nothing else, I learned what forgiveness and reconciliation are.

To forgive - I can do.

To reconcile? No. I will be forever hurt, and have lost things which will never be mine again. I forgive you, but you have died in my memory.

There are other stars in the sky that deserve me.

What's worse is that it could have been truly beautiful. Instead, it's miserable.

All one needed to do was *try.* When it was hard, one needed to bother. To rise to the occasion.

And that didn't happen.
Fuck it all, and fuck all who don't. Myself included, should I ever.

To any who will stumble upon this:

You will wake up tomorrow, be that spiritually or in the flesh. That shall never change. However, what will is the quality of that tomorrow.

So, in every act done, recall that you will sleep with that act and wake with the consequences thereof.