This was such a perfect day, and I was so happy to spend it alone. At last I felt so good, easy and so light again. I can say without exaggerations – finally, I am happy! Everything is so right again, and so suitable for my fragile, vulnerable being. Nothing bothers or worries me any more; in the big silence only my thoughts are resound, my dream images softly breathe all around me and flatter with all their might. Nothing unpleasantly upsetting ever happens, I don't have to be afraid to hear some falsely insulting sentence or to be disappointed when I don't get what I've waited for. Your blaspheming statements don't reach me any more; and your ignorance's blindness against everything true doesn't make me surrender the sin of being angry. Nothing around me don't remind me you – everything is just like before, like in the happy age of innocence and solitude fulfilled with well-founded self-love. There is no evidence that you have been here just once or at any time. No smell, no objects, no things that would make me remember you. Of course, I found some odds and ends, but I carefully destroyed them, just like a killer cleans all evidence and wipes away the fingerprints. A note you wrote when it seemed to you that you have fallen in love. Traces of your touches on my angelic body. Silly words that you said to me. Even your presents didn't remind me the giver any more, now everything is just mine. Events we took part together – luckily they are not worth of remembrance. I don't humiliate myself with sympathy for the pain that I possibly might cause. I called an exorcist service to clean the bed where I saw you in the dream once (to be sure that this won't repeat). Everything will be pure, chaste and virgin, just like I have wanted all the time. There will be no word "us", ever, because I can make it all alone. So touching silent, full of happiness and alone.