Resilient.

Remembering the hurt that came from that day sometimes still strips the air from my lungs like the sheets that came off of our bed.
Even months after you were gone, I still heard your laugh and it still haunted me late at night when I couldn’t sleep.
Sometimes things aren’t meant to be.
I know now that we were one of those things.
Lately, I’ve been noticing how I’ve become strong enough to stand alone and not use you as my crutch.
I‘ve been through hell and back and I proudly wear my battle scars like Picasso drew this work of art just for me.
Every now and then I think that you leaving was a big misunderstanding,  but in reality, it was quite the opposite.
Now I get to give my heart to someone whose hands can protect it like a box labeled “fragile”.
The greatest gift you ever gave me was leaving.