I was looking at old pictures.
I asked myself the important question.
"Do I miss you?"
I sat and thought about it.
Scrolling through endless pictures.
I didn't feel the need to cry.
I didn't feel my heart sputter.
I didn't get the butterflies.
I didn't get anything.
I guess it finally ended.

I was given a pen to write my story.
But little did I know, I was the ink.

I'm finally free.
It feels good.
My heart no longer hurts when I think of you.
My mind is no longer at war with my words.
I've finally sailed to the eye of the storm.
I'm calm and collected.
I thought you would be happy.