I didn't (and won't) love you until my last breath but I can tell you that I loved you until the very last day of the last year of "us". I waited, I held my breath until the very last moment, before I let go. I overstayed my welcome in this ocean of "us" when I was being thrashed away into the shores long before I could even begin to take in what would be my final breath for "us". I'm definitely not proud of that but you know what I'm proud of, what I wouldn't mind whispering in the ears of strangers? It's the fact that when I let go of that one final breath for "us", as the new year began to unfold, I no longer felt chained to the ruins of "us". As time moved on and reached a new dawn everyone celebrated, I felt free for the first time in a very, very long time. I have been released from shackles that have bound me for so long and I no longer feel any lingering sadness nor bitterness, even in the deepest chambers of my heart. And that, I am proud of.