The Day It All Makes Sense
It's hard at first; there is no one there to feel the painful, uncomfortable voids. No good morning texts, no sweet dreams. You begin to have withdrawals, your body trembling, wanting just one more puff of me. You spend your 4AMs letting your tears smudge the hot pink ink on the letters I wrote you.
But then words become more meaningful, passing glances more noticeable. You feel lighter, like a feather drifting through a life that once felt so weighted down.
And on one assuming day as the sun begins to peak out from the storm clouds, your clear sapphire eyes meet hers.
She doesn't mind your snoring, taste in metal music, fad diets, unpredictable work hours, sparse texts. In fact, it's exactly what she loves about you.
In an instant you realize everything that you had missed while being drunk in love with the wrong person.
In an instant, you are over me.