I came back to Myself

One year from now. If you came back to me... I probably would not believe it. Did he come back? They would ask. And I would reply. Yes. And then I would say. I chose myself anyway. Because that is the thing about losing someone you love. You end up finding yourself and having a glow up. You shine bright when you walk in the rooms, fill them with smiles and laughter. Your friends and family tell you. You are looking so much happier. I will come home and feel myself be lighter. Light a candle, brush my hair, lay in bed and read a book. Maybe color in the lines and paint my nails... Do all of the routines that help me ground myself to me. Today, I love myself. A year ago, I would not have believed you. If you told me, I came back to myself.