She Quits Cold in The Mysteries of Vorkuta

Simplicity has driven me, it has driven me very far at times to the furthest depths of waste and disharmony and maybe all without reason. And maybe all because of too much thinking. I may never know… too afraid to welcome the truth by returning to the source of those springs.
She quits cold, that was what she told me the very night I last saw her. It’s easier that way and what does it matter.
“We’re over.”
But the sense of being flesh and simply set aside, it is still something I have struggled with. Undesired any longer, instantaneously pushed out of mind. I am deeply aware it is not that simple. Eight months of memory simply does not disappear, but it may be easier for the one who never fell in love. Unlike me, eight months still forcefully holding me down with all their feelings and memories and love… and care.
I don’t feel much remembered. As I peer back, concerns and last words appear doled out to me very cold, in tiny spoonfuls for a lost and broken child.