The day it all came to an end.
You want to know when it all came to an end.
It was the day I stopped missing you.
The day I woke up and you weren't the first thing that came to my mind.
The day I looked into your eyes and I didn't feel a wave of emotions wash over me.
It was the day I felt free for the first time. When I didn't feel like I was handcuffed. Or tied to something. Which was holding me back. Preventing me to move forward.
It was the day I saw my lips curl into a smile again. The day I felt happiness after so long.
It was the day I stopped feeling scared or lonely, when I didn't wake up in the middle of the night screaming your name.
The day I stopped blaming myself for your absence. The day I stopped telling myself how I wasn't good enough. How I might have said or done something. How it's my fault.
It was the day I convinced myself to move on. To let go.
That was the day I got over you.
That was the day it all stopped.
You. Me. Us.
And everything in between.
It all came to an end. For me.