Being busy with work the past few days helped me clear my head.
I realized there’s no point retelling this tale as there were no substantial twists that made it a bit more exciting - boy meets boy, they fell in love, they were happy (for a time), they fought (a lot, if I may say so), they separated.
End of story.
I take my portion of the blame. I have always admitted my faults.
If he is now in a relationship with someone he doesn't love, the fault was not mine. I did not make that choice. So don’t blame me.
Now I’m closing the last chapter of our book, setting it on fire.