To mourn in vain

That's right, James Earl. Seven years ago I was told that he died of cancer. Previously I had been an outgoing and happy individual, but on receiving that news I drew back into the inner most recesses of my mind. I became a recluse. I shut out the world and became obsessed with Field of Dreams and The Lion King; anything that could remind me of how things used to be. As the years of seclusion and depression slowly rambled by, I began to forget my pain. Then one day I heard that J. E. Jones was still alive and a quick search online confirmed it. How did I feel about that? ...Well, I can't let him hurt me again. I can't let him into my heart. I am glad that he is alive, but can't forget the emptiness I have felt inside. I'm sorry, James. But the sun has set on our time together.