seemed to come out of it eventually.

It would be a lie to say that I felt nothing. There is this tinge of disappointment deep inside me, and every now and then I do think about it.

BUT well, as I told her, at least I did something, at least I did try.

If I had sat back and done nothing, it would have kept on circling in my mind, tormenting me incessantly with the possiblities which I had ironically chosen to give up, possibilities that were never given the chance to be. Pangs of regret would have tortured me.

At least now I can really let go.