Seven years. That’s how long we shared a life together. Seven years of sharing meals. Seven years of telling each other our deepest secrets and desires. And seven years of sharing a bed, sleeping as close as we could to one another as we drifted off to sleep in each other’s safety. But that was gone now.

The meals together had become more infrequent. We no longer shared each other’s hopes and dreams. And the distance between us in bed grew steadily as time passed until it felt as though a chasm lay between us.

Neither of us did anything wrong. There was no cheating. No mean words. No lack of care. We had both just…changed. We had different wants from life that had just grown too great, they could no longer be reconciled together. It was time to go our separate ways.

And now, here I sat in the airport, waiting for my flight to my next adventure overseas. There, I hoped I could rebuild what I was. Or, at least, what I thought I was. But that would happen slowly, steadily. For now the heartbreak lay heavy, paralyzing me some days, causing others to go by in a blur. I hoped the new scenery that lay ahead of me would help, but only time would tell.

For now, it was time to board the plane. I picked up my bag which felt as heavy as the burden on my heart. I willed my feet to move.

Left. Right. Left. Right.

The man at the counter scanned my ticket, wishing me a pleasant flight.

Left. Right. Left. Right.

I found my seat. Next to the window where I could stare at the countless impossibilities that lay scattered across our world. Snowcapped mountains. Water that spans the horizon. Farm fields tended by hardworking individuals. Sky as far as the eye can see.

But they’re not impossible are they? They’re there. They exist. So maybe I, too, can learn to exist again. Maybe one day in the future, my heart will feel whole again. Mine.

But today I fly. To a new country. To new sights. To a new life. And, hopefully, new possibilities