Luna del'Corvo

It had to happen eventually. And it did. Here I sat, while my son was fencing. Here I was, minding my own business, reading. And in he walked. Yes, him. Dr. B. I had maybe 2 seconds from spotting him coming up the walk to take a breath and then there he was. I said hello, he said hello, I told him why I was here (why did I feel the need to justify myself to him?) Then he continued off round the corner; visiting the restroom, I suspect. So here I sat, and waited. Certainly propriety dictated he at least stop on his way past me, exchange a few words? No. When he left, he walked right by me as if I wasn't even here. Didn't look my way, didn't acknowledge me. And then he was gone.

Well, I guess that tells the tale doesn't it? Is it enough for the closure I've felt I needed? I'm not sure. He mattered to me, I trusted him. He betrayed me, he hurt me. Why it is harder to forget the ones who hurt us than the ones we hurt? Is it, really? I don't know. It certainly seems I'm a closed chapter for him. And I certainly think he should be for me. I just can't ever seem to let things go so easily. It's a flaw.