And he moved on.

Today, he felt that he was finally able to let go, and move on, for real.

Quite sudden, he does admit. Perhaps its the long weekend he had to himself, really taking time to think things over, to solve the puzzles, to find all the missing pieces and to connect the dots, and then the eureka moment arrives.

Or perhaps, it was that fateful night, when he realized, even his presence, bright as the sun, was clouded by memories of the past. A past that just can't seem to be erased.

Today, he finally understood that, when things were not meant to be, no matter how much of effort or time he spend trying to make it happen, it just wouldn't, well, work.

It is akin pouring salt to the sea, which results in, well, nothing.

He tried everything and tried to be everything. He was there. Then, he was no longer there. He gives. And he gives again. He stays. Then he was gone. Pretty crazy, he thinks.

The past few weeks were tough for him. He scarred the most beautiful paintings, he broke the most elegant glasses, then he fixed and mended them. Then scarred and broke them again, then fixed and mended them. A vicious cycle, repeating itself, but experienced, only by him.

And today, its finally over.