For the last year you’ve had a home inside my head. A small reminder of what this is all about. Thinking of a life with you was setting the bar higher than I could have imagined, but the same thought was enough to make me work for the impossible. I haven’t slept one night in my bed since you’ve left on your adventure. The excess space could swallow me whole, and then how would I ever make it to the day I’d see your face again?
What I am trying to say is, in the last year you’ve made me who I am. The person I see in the mirror isn’t someone I’ve known my whole life, but a new friend I’ve let handle the wheel and drive for awhile. It was when you decided to break it off with me, through words displayed on a phone, that I was forced to no longer take you, or my new self, seriously.
You may be the one who stopped the car, but I am the one who decided to get out and walk. I’m not fond of strangers, but while we’re currently breaking molds, I’m willing to see what my thumb brings in.