It's not as if I didn't know I couldn't be trusted.
I'm back, you see. This morning, as I woke, everything had come back to me and I was free once more.
I spent most of the morning singing and dancing in my basement room, high as a kite from my liberation from love - the most debilitating of afflictions.
There is clarity once more. I can make plans for my life. I can dissect things with reason. It is a sad, cynical and unromantic existence in theory. But in practice it is a celebration of optimism, fun and freedom from pain, responsibility and obligation.
I will be back there one day. I know this. But today I will rejoice, for I am free.