For the last month, I’ve been narrating to you the girl I’ve loved before five years ago, but never loved me back. And now, I think it’s all over, it’s all finished. Here’s a short poetry that ran in my mind during these times.

I’ve missed the cab, I’ve missed the plane
And I knew it was too late
I’ve missed the bus, I’ve missed the train
And I knew it wasn’t so great
And now I lie on the lane
Letting the rain kill me
Should I get insane?
Or let her go free?

At first, I didn’t believe. The thing that happened at the store (June 9 entry), was true. My eyes weren’t lying. I have recently proved the values of variables that cleared my hazed mind. Yes, they are, in a relationship. And as I write it in my mind, as of this day, the race is over. All is finished, I have nothing more to pursue.