After the custody battle, she knows we were estranged. She loves me; she instinctively
distances herself from those who hurt me. I went to the cemetery, placing the ring Jeff
sent on his grave. His photo showed a handsome, hopeful young man.
My past love. Only the past.
I placed a blooming rose, saying goodbye.
“Jeff, goodbye.”
Love and hate, end here.
(The End)
