Yes. It is time.  Finally. Time to get on with life.

She doesn't want me - or if she does she isn't saying so.  She claims to "need" me - however I should take that.  But she sure doesn't want me.  If she did, I think she would have let me know somehow by now.  And I haven't seen hide nor hair of her except to make sure that those things I am taking care of are taken care of.  Usually just the day before I usually take care of them.

So, I'm done.  I am done waiting.  I tried to give her the time to decide, and I tried to decide myself.

But I refuse to go where I am not invited.  And I have not been invited back.

So, I am done. Finished. 

The End