Closure. I need that. I never wanted it to be like this. In this manner. But she has made it so. One last try, one call, to end it well. No reply. Does it say anything about the person she is? I do not want to think anymore about it. Nothing more about her. Was she worth all the anguish? I do not know. I prefer to remember only the good things. Selective recollection. I musn't let it affect me anymore, the inevitable. Instead I should open my eyes and unlock my heart.