Severance.

I loved you with every cell in my body.
There were nights when I felt that I would cease to exist without you; that if anything were to ever happen to you I would fall apart into a million pieces.
I forgot who I was without you. I could no longer find the place where one of us began and the other ended. Every night I thanked the universe for bringing us together. I felt so lucky to have found my soul mate; the one that I would grow old with and share the rest of my life with.
And then, out of the blue, you told me it would be best if we separated. I panicked. I cried. I begged for you to change your mind. Nothing worked. You had made up your mind months ago.

That was over three weeks ago. Here I am, typing in the living room of my grandmother's house, one of the many places I have temporarily called home. I've lived out of my suitcase, sleeping on couches and in spare bedrooms.
During the first week I drove down to the Central Coast to visit my best friend. I bought a journal, went for long runs on the beach, and spent time with people who really love me. I cried a lot; I felt miserable on some nights. Incomplete. Fighting the urge to pick up the phone and beg you to take me back.
Then, slowly, the fog lifted. I got angry. I felt empowered. I found a new job and a new home in the ocean town I fell in love with, nearly 300 miles away from you. I leave on Saturday to start that new life.

I've been doing so well. I saw a therapist. I've been spending more time with family. I've reconnected with old friends. I feel really, really confident that this is going to be good for me. I started realizing things that I was blind to when we were together. I'm ambitious. I'm ready for adventure. I finally realize my self-worth. I'm ready for the best year of my life.