There was just something about being contained in that shitty city. Always driving by the same places, being reminded of all the same memories, of all the same people who insisted on hurting me again and again.
Even just two weeks into my move, my eyes have finally opened. There is so much more in the world to see. More places to make even better memories. There are so many strangers just waiting to meet me; whether romantic or otherwise, it is such an amazing thing.
You were just a tiny speck in my lifetime and it is an amazing thing to finally move on. There was never any love, only lust, which I can have with almost anyone. I don’t drive around the same old town, wondering where you might be. Now, I drive around and see so many possibilities.
You never gave me closure; you never gave me a goodbye. In the end, I couldn’t be more grateful, because I don’t need a goodbye from the biggest piece of shit in my life to be able to say hello to someone new.
