I’m learning to let go,
to accept that some things
aren’t meant to return,
and to find peace in knowing that love, no matter how deep,
should not continue to mean losing myself.

I’m no longer wishing for you
to love me back,

I’m wishing for myself to stop loving you.
To wake up without searching for signs of you,

To go through my days
without hoping you’ll come back.
To finally choose myself
the way I once chose you.

I now understand completely how my parents VCR clock was never changed.
I am now officially old and don't understand modern technology.
*Sigh*