There comes a point where all of these hurt feelings and these bitter dreams must be discarded. Where they become a drag rather than fuel for the fire. Scrub you from my safe places, no longer harbor feelings of the possible. I traveled my alternate lives and you weren’t in them. I thought that meant we were possible in this one. Turns out it’s because we are not right for each other in hundreds of realities. I should just take the win. If not having you(you having me) can be considered winning. It would be easier if there was someone else I was interested in. Someone not already with someone I mean. For the first time in two years there is no one else and that is throwing me. I think I’ve plumbed the depths of Okcupid, at least locally. All of my 80 percent and higher matches anyway. Fuck, table it for now. Coast out of February and see what happens.