Did I Say That I Loathe You?...It has oft been said that the opposite of love is hate.
Anyone who has ever experienced the peculiar headspace of both simultaneously loving and hating someone at once will know this is a lie.
The opposite of love is indifference.
At its most positive it is a kind of zen disinterest.
I love you, bless you, just keep walking.
You respect and honour their humanity - you're just personally not interested in their story anymore.
That would be a good place to be.
If I say I don't care over and over like some kind of mantra will repetition make it so?
Will the moon's turning and sloughing skin cells - the passing of time and the cycle of regeneration and decay mean that I will finally forget your name?
Do I need a priest for an exorcism?
WS said in his story that letting go was a choice.
I choose to let go.