*-. Independent .-*

I threw out the flowers today. The ones you left that day you came to get your things. Oh, and I actually put clothes in that drawer that was then empty. I feel like I have more brain space too. More time to get my shit together, do laundry and pay bills and what not. Yet, I feel the inevitable. The emptiness. The loneliness. Accompanied with the strange feeling that, you are still with me. That the things you taught me, the support you provided, the love you felt -and still feel- for me, are the things that keep me going. I feel more confident. In myself. And I hope you feel more confident in yourself now too.