I'm covered in bites, bruises, scrapes, but it was worth it, because soon it will all change. For now, I can lie in the sun, ride down the sun-dappled trails. Small things, accomplished, overcoming. And closure.

I can forgive her. I see now how it probably wouldn't have worked out anyhow, and how I don't have to forget those years I spent with her. Because we are different, and because she saw my weakness and ineptitude when it came to being outwardly social, open, she knew I'd eventually be left out.