Everything’s becoming so transparent, so lucid, my questions are not longing for your answers, I already have them, I know what that murmur in my head once was.
It’s been quite the journey, but I’m finally at the summit of this part of the climb, where being alone isn’t so desolate, it’s a broad horizon where anything’s possible.
Time is finally ok, because it’s mine and I can choose to whom I give it, I don’t owe it and I don’t expect it from anyone that doesn’t want to willingly give it.
I can listen to the songs I once couldn’t, I can smile and know it’s not false, I’m on an exciting adventure and I’m the centre of it.
Looking in the mirror and not hating the reflection, no longer comparing myself to things I cannot be, Just being the purest version of me.
Realising that I’d never gotten over the big one, pretending I’m having fun when secretly resenting the person i’d become.
Living my life vicariously through what I think they want me to be, a mistake I’ll not be making again in this story. Getting to the end with the most wonderful personalities, be they friends, family or a great love, always they are there for me.
I don’t regret, or feel sad, if anything a beautiful chapter has ended and now I can move forward on this path as an individual, wishing you the best for your future voyages, knowing that we had something special and that’ll it’ll always be something I’m especially fond of.
I feel contented, somewhat mended, almost excited and undaunted of what’s ahead. I’ve chosen to take a route of happiness, and I’m so glad of that.