I never thought I would see the day when I didn't want you back. All this while, I thought I'd never survive your absence. But here I am, smiling through all this as if everything was easy. Here I am, loving life and finally accepting that sometimes things are not meant to be, no matter how hard you try to take control of them. Maybe you were meant to hurt me this much so that I could sit with the pain for a while and learn from it what your presence never taught me. Maybe you were meant to let me go so that I could rediscover who I really am, and honestly, I'm happy that you're gone. Here I am, accepting that loving you wasn't a punishment. I am finally accepting that losing you meant losing the old version of me that accepted being half-loved, that settled for less than the bare minimum. And as much as losing my old self hurts, I think there lies liberation in being someone new. Someone who knows that there's no effort in doing the bare minimum. And without losing that part of me, I wouldn't meet this version of myself that knows how to make the best out of everything. Finally, my hands are full of all the blessings I was meant to receive by letting you go. I have finally accepted that letting go can be a blessing in disguise.