When took that first step away from you, I knew it was going to be the first of many, and I realized it wasn't love stopping me. it was fear. Fear not that you would be out of my life, or that my quality of existence and mental state wouldn't immediately improve.

No, I was afraid of her. She would press forward with the strength of someone I hadn't met before. She would smile brighter, show up bolder to claim her space. She would speak freely and dare greatly.

I was afraid I would fall in love with her, and never have eyes for someone else again.

But I suppose I should thank you. If you hadn't hurt me so many times, almost predictably, I wouldn't have fallen our of love with you and in love with her. She hasn't arrived yet, but with time I know she will. And when she gets here, I will show her the kindness you wouldn't show me, and the love you didn't deserve. To say hello to her, I say goodbye to you.