I’ve been thinking about leaving him for some time now. We were young when we met, and we loved too quickly and deeply. Now our lives are intertwined. His likes are my likes, and I can’t seem to breathe without him.

I’ve practiced a few steps without him, but I feel like a baby learning to walk again, except I’m 31. As soon as I’m ready to fly, I’ll be out the door.

Where to go, that will be my problem. He found success in his life, and I’ve watched him grow. I’m left in the dust of dreams that could have been mine if I hadn’t spent so much time following his.

I still love him, and I’m not sure when that will end. I’ll still want to know why he’s cut his hair, or what he’ll have for breakfast, when I’m not there. I hope one day I won’t even think of his name.