I find myself saying it a lot. Believing it. Really meaning it. I’m making choices that keep things moving in the general direction of goodness. And you’re not a part of it anymore. Life is good.
It’s better this way. Without you. I remind myself a lot. It’s not what I wanted. I got what I didn’t know I needed.
I hope you find someone who is good to you. I hope you’re good to yourself. I hope you find something you never imagined so you’ll see a future that’s clear and a past makes sense.
But if we never meet again, I need you to know that life is good.