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Goodbye. It was the last thing I heard him say before the line went dead. My mind was stil spinning, trying to process what had just happened. I was somewhere between tears and laughter, hysteria I guess. In the blink of an eye I had lost the person that had dominated my life for the past year and a half and it didn't even seem to phase him. It makes everything he's ever said seem like a lie, all the walls he took months to break through shot back up around my crumbled heart before I could even make it across the street into my best friends arms. I cried until there was absoultely nothing left and then I cried a little more, it felt as though I had just lost a piece of myself that night, one that I could never get back. And then the switch happened. It came out of nowhere. I woke up one morning and felt nothing, all our memories and time together no longer brought tears to my eyes, I could smile without pain clouding my face. It didn't take me long to realize that the piece of me he had taken was not one that I needed. It was the piece that made me not want to get up in the morning, the piece that caused my moodswings and without it I was flourishing. As though one day I woke up a comepletely new person. My smile came back, I remembered how grateful I was for all the beautiful people I had in my life. My worries went away. His arms used to be my safe place but looking back it seems more like a trap. A labrynth of feelings that I couldn't find my way out of because with every turn I chose what was best for him, leaving the best pieces of myself along the way. It makes me so angry sometimes, but I know there's a lesson in everything and hopefully, this time I've learned mine.