It didn’t matter so much anymore, if I told him what I thought, really thought. He was no longer a part of me I was willing to water. I did not think of him unless it was for a practical purpose, or to learn a new lesson about myself. It felt like I was slowly freeing myself from the prison of love I had trapped myself in (for only I had chosen to let myself be stuck in there). As I left that space and walked back towards myself, I gave all of that love back to me. For the first time, in a very long time. I felt safe again.
Toz And Other Salty Words 