Little by little, without realizing, the pain somehow eases. And it feels... weird. Like an old friend left me. Weeks with it crushing my chest, making every step forward difficult, and suddenly one day breathing feels easier.
And I'm left with an empty feeling. With room to fill. Space for what? Joy?
At the image of my life, where you left a hole for me to fill. At first I was dreading that hole, dreading the weekends that I had to fill with new things. And somewhere along the way, I got curious. Curious about what I could fill this void with. And then I can feel myself getting excited, excited to try new things, to have the time and space to explore. To figure out who this new version of me is going to be. What is she going to do? Who is she going to surround herself with?
I don't have all the answers, and I still miss you, but little moments by little moments, I see hope and I know that one day I'll be the happiest version of myself again.
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