I had a dream the other night and it was about him. I was yelling at him. For all the years we had, for all the dumb promises he made. For all the choices he made for him, and him alone. For being a coward and turning away. For being the first person not to free my heart, but regret showing the kindness as I had.

I'm healing. But I know there are still some growing pains. He's out there, and deep down I know he doesn't care. That's just the way he is. This is just the way I am. And the room begins to turn again.