Something inside of me turned.
It wasn't those butterflies I used to get;
it was almost an evil feeling.
A feeling I never wanted to come to,
Hate.

I was ashamed.
Ashamed of what I was for you.
Then I started to bawl.
Bawling because the reality was
that you'd possibly moved on.

What had I done with my life
in the past year we were apart?
The reality that I saw was, 'nothing'.

Truth is, that was a lie.

I had moved on, just not completely.
I was holding onto something non-existent.
I had some false-hope still hanging on,
simply inside of my heart,
something I was not even completely aware of.

I bawled.
I thought.
I came to terms.

I'm ok with you moving on.
I'm ok without you.
(As I feel that strength in my soul emerge.)
You are not my 'everything' anymore.
(Strength turns to Honesty,)
You are not the person I need in my life.
You are merely a memory.
A memory I was too scared to put away in that box,
that box with our first picture on it.

Life has a funny way of working itself out.
It just took me a year to figure out how and why
things happened how they did back then.


Something came over me.
Something I was finally ready for;
Erasing the Past.

Truth is I am ready,
and now you're gone.

Funny thing is that you have no idea, yet.

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