You looked up at me the same way you’ve done countless times before. Your eyes are black, your heart is cold and your voice full of unnecessary vex: I know, Ori.
I turned around and quietly walked away like I always have. Eyes full of tears, heart full of hurt and mind full of I told you so’s.
The difference between this time and the incalculable others is that I don’t have to worry about what happens next. How long does this last? When will you talk to me again? Will this get better? Are you going to act like this around our children one day?
I don’t need to worry about the answers to those questions anymore. They are null and void.
I’m learning to breathe through the tears instead of letting them fall, mend together the pieces of my heart that are still broken and fill my mind full to the brim with self-love and dreams being fulfilled.
The process is slow. I think about you every single day. The what-if’s still linger. But I can see clearer now than ever before and I have you to thank for that.