Unexpected

I'd thought I would be proper emo.

I'm not.

A host of other things feel my head, but I am so chillingly unaffected it casts a shade of gloom on what might otherwise be a good kind of closure. The shade of gloom comes from the fact that my ability to properly fall in love/like with someone is suspect. It was like this before, it is like this now.

The other party was guilty of being an arse. But I honestly can't be bothered. I guess I did forsee this as one of the possibilities.

Maybe I was being an arse too. I took it as a temporal soothe for what seems to be a growing desire I've been having despite the doubts continually replaying in my head.

It though, is nice that one is seemingly, and hopefully not ostensibly able to fall back into the place where we once begun.