I Am Free

It’s official. I am single again. After ten days of silence I relented and sent him a text to which he replied “This is why it won’t work. I am too independent, and you need more love. I’m sorry.”

Now it’s time to move on. Strangely, I feel tranquil inside. I guess I already knew that it was going to end like this. It was too good to be true. I was madly in love with him and ecstatic, and what goes up must come down. Gradually the realization dawned on me that he wasn’t feeling the same way I felt for him anymore. There was no passion, just ice coolness and indifference. So down I went.

Before him there was nothing. He was my first love. Even though we didn’t consummate our love, I believe we had something special going on (at least in the beginning). Why didn’t it work? Maybe our personalities were different. Like he said, maybe I was too needy for love. Maybe it’s the cultural difference. Who knows? All I know is that our destinies converged for a moment. But we weren’t meant to be.

The cord that bound me to him has broken. Blood has spilled out. But miraculously the healing has already begun. Now I see the world in a whole new light. The bright sun shines down on me. I can see the clear blue skies again. I feel stronger. Everything is perfect. Nothing can hold me back now. I am growing wings. I am flying. I am free.