There's always that lingering thing at the back of your head; the voices that never stay quiet even if you shush it to death.
It was something I should have rid myself of three years ago. But the 'what ifs' nagged me, and it did so a long time.
Tonight, I found myself confronting it, inadvertently at first. As the evening wore on, I knew that I had no reason to feel reluctant for moving on, for having chosen where I wanted to be, and where this experience belongs in my life.
Mulling over things mulled before. Home, one-something in the morning.