Stranger

I'm standing here at a foreign computer in France, halfway across the world. It is beautiful here, I am suffering from unbelievable exhaustion, but I am full of stories that will stay with me forever. I have a new batch every day. And I know I am going to need them soon. To keep me company. I can feel that same old loneliness descending down on me like the gentle fog that rolls in from the Mediterranean.

He has forgotten me. Forgotten me in every way possible. The touch of my body, the sound of my voice, even my presence. I am completely absent. Gone and long fogotten. I feel like I have been holding him back from himself all this time. I should have known. I would get out and he would move on.

I wonder about my predictions. My hopes are replaced by fears. I must go back, but I can't go back to the way things were. They are forever gone, forever changed. Just like he wanted.

Goodbye. I will wander as a stranger in a strange land from this point on.