Freedom.
I always wondered what it'd be like to live without you. To not hear you say my name or whisper me a joke. To not know the easy familiarity of your touch or to take in your scent.
I always thought of it as life without flavor; seeing without understanding.
But I had a moment yesterday- down by the dock, feet in the water as the tide rose and fell. Watched the line between sea and sky; thinking of ships and surfers and home. You were there, in that swirling void, but I wasn't angry. I wasn't hurt. I wasn't bitter. You were there with the rest of my memories, though a bit more bittersweet to reflect upon.
And for the first time in a long time, I felt free.
I always thought of it as life without flavor; seeing without understanding.
But I had a moment yesterday- down by the dock, feet in the water as the tide rose and fell. Watched the line between sea and sky; thinking of ships and surfers and home. You were there, in that swirling void, but I wasn't angry. I wasn't hurt. I wasn't bitter. You were there with the rest of my memories, though a bit more bittersweet to reflect upon.
And for the first time in a long time, I felt free.