I never thought
I'd reach this point.
For so long,
I held onto you
like you were the only thing
keeping me alive.
But now…
when I think of you,
it still hurts,
just a little less.
Your name
doesn't break me
the way it used to.
I still miss you.
Maybe I always will.
But I don't wait for you anymore.
I don't look for you
in every message,
every song,
every person.
For the first time…
I think I'm finally
letting you go.
Not because I stopped loving you.
But because
I finally started
loving myself too.