Lee

“Lee” This one is going to hurt. That is why it has taken me so long to write it, Because a part of me still loves you and thought you would call or write me. I know you need your time; you have your process, and I respect it. But today, today, I was ready. I opened the drawers. I picked up your sweaters, this time not to smell it but to fold it nicely and carefully place it in a box, the first of many items, ready to go, because I am ready to let go. Let go of the hope that we could still be. I said my goodbyes to you slowly, thoughtfully, letting every memory of every outing and every snuggle flood my brain, and with every packed trouser, shirt, and pair of socks, I was able to smile and embrace every memory with nostalgia and gratitude. You were with me through some of the toughest times in my life; we uplifted, loved, and encouraged one another for four years, and we loved through the laughter and the tears. As I pack your things, I no longer have fears. We have grown apart, but the memory of us will forever live in my heart. I am grateful for the time we shared and am proud of who we are; maybe in another life, we would have married and stayed merry, but in this one, I am filling boxes with your things. In this one, I can only cherish the moments we had as I say goodbye and wish you love, luck, and happiness. Happiness, I, too, know I will find. But know that part of me will forever love you, and although my heart is heavy, today, I know I am ready. Yes, it did hurt, but in the process, it also healed, And the box is now sealed. ~Luciana Fisher