If I thought he missed me, I might care. He doesn't and the sky did not fall. I go on and on endless and unafraid. He never looked for me, nor did he write and after a time I started to get it. I am not sad about it at all, but rather feel free. It was a gift to see all that I have with such clarity that I have not had before. I was blinded by other dreams. When I should have seen what he wanted, which was not me.