Based on a true story: a memoir on a love that did not last from the lens of a cloudy perception and the real events. Excerpt: I view my healing as my time. Time to be selfish time to be kind. I’ve been preparing for this time. He paused for a moment as he was preparing to leave and I asked him what’s coming up. He said, “ The last kiss we shared was beautiful.” I looked at him and waited for him to ask another question. Another moment passed and I spoke. “Would it be-“ I hesitated, “weird if we shared a goodbye kiss?” He took off his glasses, set them aside and shook his head. “No it wouldn’t be.” I set my glasses aside too and threw my arms around his neck, where my face settled in the crook. I cried some more. Heavy tears of letting go. Slowly, I raised my face to meet his. As our breaths grazed each other’s lips, I kissed him. This kiss was passionate but it was different. There was no lust here. It was brief, and when we pulled away we cried as I buried my head into his chest. He asked me how that was for me, and I said it was amazing. It did feel like the closing of a book. He said that it felt like pulling a plug and plugging it into something else. Before, our kisses were a journey. A ride that took us out of our bodies. This time, we went back into our own, no longer melting into each other.