Ever since we stopped talking, I've been having mixed feelings. First was anger because I felt betrayed. Next was missing. Today is discontent.

I guess the reason why I allowed you into my life was because of that - the great discontent with my current life. For a while it was fun. Then it became a little sticky. So it was time to stop playing and look at reality in the eye. This would not bring us anywhere, other than just temporarily satisfying the fleshly desire. That is wrong.

Now I know. Yet I can't help but feel the loss. Let me build again once that is lost, and find something more of eternal value.