doesn't mean I should.

I was finally okay.
I had severed every single inch of me that was still tethered across time and space to you. Wherever you are.

I had simply parted ways with those pieces of myself, and I finally felt light and free. And I had become so accustomed to the pain from those still healing wounds that I didn't even notice them anymore.

Then it happened.
It's not exactly that I was looking.
I wasn't.
Not at all.
I guess it found me.
I'd call it fate or serendipity.
But those words are too pretty for how I feel.

You look good.
You look happy.
It shouldn't hurt.
But it does.