Everything is almost right in the world, today. I'd like to believe that I've finally come to peace with what happened one year ago. Letting go was one of the hardest things I had to do, accepting why I had let go was even harder. The tears don't fall anymore. There's no more questions as to why. There's no more anger for being abandoned. There's no more denial or confusion. There's no more obligation, guilt, or sadness.

Everything's almost right where I want it to be. Only one last detail....