Saw him at a party. I saw her too, the pale mannequin he’s with. She’s tall and pretty. He was far, and I didn’t need to come near. I decided to stay away.
But he saw me.
I smiled at him. Happy-for-you smile. As I was happy, for him. He’s alive. And happy. Doesn’t matter if it’s without me.
He raised his glass and nodded, smiling back at me. And with that I let go.
How liberating. To be the bigger person. When you don’t feel like owning anything, anyone, but memories. Only memories.
Life goes on.