It wasn’t letting go that hurt. The bitter end had been rather sweet like the dissolve of sugar candy. It was the emptiness that kept me awake at night. I didn’t know curling under bed sheets and working up till the late hours would not be enough.
I had found myself again by leaving you, but I was strangely jealous of those other couples. The fairy tale version of us still lingered in memories, like how we smiled like others, made dinner like others, told of troubles like others. But now it’s me. So if I feel a little nervous sitting across from you, know that I’m just trying to settle in.