When every relationship ends, there’s always something that you can’t do. It might be listen to a song that was your song, or eat a certain kind of food. Maybe there’s a store that was your store. There’s always something that leaves your life.
One of the reasons I have never shared my writing in a personal way with those that I date (despite some of them being amazing writers in their own right) was that I never wanted my writing to leave me. It’s something I’ve been doing for years and years, and was mine. It was my outlet, my hopes, my dreams, my life.
Unfortunately, Amr managed to squeak in under the guise of a friend (which is now debatable if he ever really was a friend) and get into my writing. It was something we shared, something we talked about, something that was ours in the relationship – and with the dissolution of the relationship and friendship, it’s something I can no longer continuing doing.
Much like the songs that you eventually listen to again when you start to heal, I’m sure that I will be back. But as of right now – I’m announcing my retirement from writing for the foreseeable future.
Do vstrechi, zhelayu vsevo khoroshego.