[let go]

it was never a question of whether i missed you or not, that goes without saying. it was more like making the best of a bad situation. trying to find a healthy escape from a tainted relationship. smile, laugh, love. all of that was there. but so was the pain. the let down. the overabundance of promises not kept. it was a way out, and i took it. i can't count the number of times that i stood by watching you in the rearview mirror as you drifted out of sight. july to november. each day got easier. strength in unexpected places. by the time you called, and called the fourth time, it became automatic. you were out. something as simple as not letting you back in when you tried, as you always do, marked our end. this time the choice was mine. i had control in my hands and i stopped it. of course i miss you. the history. every amazing detail. but i don't miss all of the bad that comes with you. that always comes with you. seven months, though it may seem impossible, can simply become nothing more than a tiny tear in time. and there is a way to just be, without being what we were or had.