It hurt like hell but oh god,
I loved you.
I don’t anymore.
That fact still surprises me;
When I find my mind conjuring your image after weeks of forgetting,
I feel nothing in my chest
And my mind quickly skips to someone else, somewhere else, sometime in the future.
Then the feeling is in my stomach,
But this time it’s an optimism -
Reaching, yearning for what is to come.
I have found a way to live without you.
I have found proof that pain is not permanent.
I have found out how good I am at surviving.