[PERSONAL LOG]
Classification: PRIVATE
Date: En route / hyperspace transit
Location: Unspecified
I did not keep a copy of the letter.
That was deliberate. I know myself well enough to know I would reread it until it became something else, a negotiation, a regret, a temptation to turn back. Some things must exist only once in order to remain true.
I told myself that writing it was an act of closure. That is not entirely honest. It was also an act of courage, and I do not often allow myself that indulgence.
There are many versions of who I will need to be in the days ahead. None of them can afford to look back too often. But I will allow myself this much:
I did not leave empty-handed.
