Unthinkable

I have done the unthinkable. I have written the goodbye "Dear John" type letter to someone who said goodbye to me a long time ago. It almost seems silly. But it's not. It's actually a big deal. At least to me. I stuck the stamps to it and stuffed it into the big blue mailbox down the street. It is not something I can take back now. It's done. It is either the end of something or only the beginning. I'll find out which in time.