III

I don’t usually regret decisions to conclude relationships, but it’s the not knowing this time that is the thorn in my side. The jolting sharp prick of a question that stabs me at random points in the day.
But it’s fitting—right on color. In fact, I think I’d prefer it this way. The entire thing was always a big question mark, and I think this made part of the intrigue. We never knew what would happen next and this made it a canvas of possibilities. No matter how nagging, I’d rather have this than a final answer.
It stimulates me.