A Conclusion of Sorts

  I've come to understand a lot over these past months.  I've grown accustomed to life without her.  Well, no, not without her.  Anastasia is still has a very large part in my life.  But it's a more distant part, now.  The chasm looms anew, but perhaps we can bridge it once more.  I hope that we can remain good friends.

  I have regrets, sure, but on the whole there are more good memories than bad.  "'Tis better to have loved and lost..."  and all that.  But I'm worn out.  I think I'm done with romance for the time.  Love is, after all, just a chemical reaction.  Just a wonderful, terrible, painfully ecstatic symphony of firing neurons.  It's a sensation both great and small.  It is something I hope I can rekindle some day.  But not now.

  Good night, Alden.  May you dream of what was, and what may be.

  And so, the chapter of my life that inspired this blog seems to come to a close.  There will be future postings, I'm sure.  I will still complain, and angst, and muse.  But this is my formal, loose, conclusion.

  Anastasia, you've driven me to create so much, inspired me to feel, and to allow myself to feel.  You've seen, and continue to see, into the workings of my mind, which often mystify even me.  You've shown me the time of my life.  Thank you.  Thank you.  You'll always have a deep place in my heart.  Thank you.

With all the love that you deserve, that you'll accept, and that I'll give,

Ryan