Today I didn’t look for you. Not because I didn’t miss you, but because for the first time, I missed myself.
I felt the emptiness, yes, but it didn’t swallow me. I let it stay there, sitting next to me, like you do with someone who doesn’t scare you anymore.
I still care about you, but I’m starting to care a little more about myself. It’s not healing. It’s just a tiny choice that no one sees.
I don’t know where this step will lead, I only know it’s not taking me away from myself.
And maybe that’s how it begins: not by stopping loving someone, but by stopping abandoning yourself for them.
