… and there she goes, just another character in the play.

As happy as she was, she missed him every single day.

however, not in a sad or distraught way, lost somehow but not dismayed.

It wasn’t that she couldn’t get up in the morning and continue on with life, she was way too preoccupied  to even think, but then there’s that one moment she’s able to go astray, for that one split second in her mind, he stayed.

For that one split second she felt, she was hurt but not in grief. She didn’t feel weak nor any sort of misery.

She felt a different kind of freedom.

Something about him, the moment, that phase in her life that allowed her to feel, to completely let go.. to know what it is truly feel free.

She felt as if there was a missing piece  that she had locked up and buried so deep.

That same piece she had lost but found with him. 

She knew that he was gone.. long before he had said he was leaving

and although she was not happy when he fled, she couldn’t despise him.

after all, he left her with something much greater than he could ever give himself.