Angst. It's what for dinner.

It's snowing. And foggy. And misty. The whole deal.

I was checking my e-mail. Surfing friends' pages. The usual.

A friend posted a poem called Boats by Cyril Wong on her page. Didn't have time to read the whole thing. However, being the spoiler-hor that I am, I proceed to read the last paragraph.

The last sentence made my heart bleeds.

Love, if this is how
you choose to leave me,
let me let you.

Still too incoherent to analyse my own head as to why, but yeah, Ouch! [with a capital "O"]