It’s funny how you’re three steps behind me, and you won’t even know it until it’s too late. Is it ever too late though? I could only be holding on so tightly because you’re close, but if you weren’t, would I be reaching? If he came back, would I be blinded yet again or trying to come up with the words to turn him away?

It’s funny how there never really is an answer until it’s over. There is only light in the past unless you bring the light to the future, shine it upon your uncertainties and grow. Grow in love. It’s hard to leave the door to your heart swinging on a hinge because people fall right out, but along with them, there are the few miraculous people who trip and fall deeply in forever. They will never leave you, and when you love so profoundly, you never have to hold on; you never have to reach for them because they are always those three steps behind you making sure you don’t let any closed doors hinder your adventure.

So no, I wouldn’t have to chase around any thoughts in my head to let you go. You fell out all on your own, and when your ears stop ringing, it will be too late because I have all that empty space you left behind filled. They are there. He is there; and I don’t need you. There is no light showing you the door anymore because I’ve learned to leave you in the dark, and it’s all because he is everything you never were and never will be. I’m not reaching or worrying or crying.

I’m living, and I’m happy.