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
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