In March I wrote a cheque for $15 out to Matthew James Sprague. I put it in a prepaid envelope, and with my best penmanship, adressed it. I debated sending it to him for his Birthday. I didnt. I brought it home & stuck it in a drawer. This evening I burned it. I watched it burn until it was just a lump of poofy ashes.
That part of my life is gone. I dont know if it all was just a lie or not, but it feels like it was for nothing. Ive gotten better with the pain, but it still hurts sometimes. I cant stop myself from thinking about him or Trevor though. But Im doing a lot better.