Been in between jobs for more than a month. To say that I have lost tremendous amount of time is not the least correct - lost is the time not spent in love (with you). To be fair, admittedly, I am losing time, losing any sense of self worth, losing bearing. Thankfully, I am fairly easy to maintain and have no commitments to take care of.

It was a relationship traversing adolescence and adulthood, with no guts to love, ignorant of the difference between childhood playfulness and expectations of the adult world. Hurting is an act of cowardice, which would not have been consulted if given another chance.