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Not waiting to exhale…

Its been 15 days since he left, I only know this because I had to stop and count them.

I thought it had been longer.

I haven’t been counting the days, or missing him (all the time)

I’m not heartbroken, or devasted or pining away waiting for him to come back.

I’ve been waking up, becoming stronger, lighting bridges and watching them burn.

Growing, and glowing, smiling, and happier, enjoying me without him. 

Not suspicious, aprehensive, insecure or moody.

Just me without him and all that shit he boxed me in with.

Just me,

me again,

old me,

Not waiting to exhale