It's Time

For too long now you have been the air in my lungs, the dreams in my sleep, the spiderweb in front of my eyes that kept me from seeing the rest of the world.

Time to let go.

You've been nowhere close to giving me what I needed, so I slowly learned to breathe without you, dream without you, see the world without you in it.

Time to move on.

And I will not cry, I will not hurt, I will not be bitter. I have the right to be happy.
And I will be fine. I will be more than fine -- I will be free.

Of you.

Digital Art by Maritza Andrade