I had a dream once lying next to you. It was a girl with the most beautiful bright eyes I had ever seen and a little boy with light hair and a grin I never wanted to say goodbye. There was something different about them, but something so familiar. And in that second, I knew they were mine. I fought for us and for that future. Waking up seemed like a cruel joke, into this reality of emptiness. I was holding on to you, hoping that one day we would have that home. Letting go of you was letting go of the dream I had so willingly believed. For so long, I was angry that you took my dream. You made it feel like a delusion. Then, years after us, I had it again with the bright eyed girl and the elated grinned boy. And I knew, this wasn't a sign of my future with you, it was a sign of my future without you and just like that I was free.